I used to like Adam Sandler, I used to like Adam Sandler films, but something’s changed and I certainly don’t like That’s My Boy. The plot (aka sorry-assed excuse for sorry-assed gags) of That’s My Boy starts in 1984, when 14-year-old Donny Berger gets taken advantage of by his 22-year-old teacher, Mary McGarricle, because page one of cinema’s comedy text book states that pedophilia and statutory rape are funny.
The teachers is arrested, but she is already pregnant and Donny gains custody of their son (that’s his boy!), whom he names Han Solo Berger (I will grant you that that is a cool name). Fast forward to 2012, Donny (now played by Adam Sandler) is a penniless 42-year-old slacker who drinks beer constantly, and hangs out at a local strip club. Little Han no longer speaks to or associates with his dad, instead he tells acquaintances that his parents died in an explosion when he was nine years old.
Han is now a successful businessman, and is about to marry a rich young woman named Jamie. Blah-blah wedding blah-blah inappropriate father turns up, cue the hilarity. Despite Donny / Sandler’s extremely crude and nonsensical behaviour like shouting “WASSUP!” (A catchphrase that actually, belongs in the last millennium, the first spot aired during Monday Night Football, December 20, 1999) the idiot father quickly becomes well-liked by the other guests (for no good reason). There follows a series of mishaps leading up to some “serious” father-son bonding (hey! Donny is just trying to be a dad right now…) with his son’s calamitous bachelor-party night out and the audience is “treated” to Sandler’s worst and most offensive film to date (including Jack and Jill).
That’s My Boy “stars” Adam Sandler, Andy Samberg, Leighton Meester, Susan Sarandon, Vanilla Ice, James Caan (you were in the Godfather for god’s sake, have some self-respect!) and the script was shat out by David Caspe and directed by Sean Anders.
I name and shame you all!
If you continue in being a Sandler fan the only excuse that could excuse his continuing diminishing returns and this cinematic vomit masquerading as a comedy is to consider it some part of a Faustian pact where the success of the Wedding Singer / Happy Gilmore had to be paid for, with degradation.
The film was originally titled I Hate You, Dad. It was then changed to Donny’s Boy before the producers finally settled on That’s My Boy. This film shouldn’t have just been renamed, it should have been disowned at birth if not retrospectively aborted.