Adam Sandler stumbles into his own movie about 10 minutes into That’s My Boy, and that’s where the fun ends.
First, there’s a sharp, acid-tongued prologue where his (barely) teenaged self impregnates his high-school teacher and becomes a media sensation.
It seems smart for a Sandler film, a mean bit of right-on satire jabbing at our scandal-crazed culture. Then the film begins.
Sandler’s son has grown up to be schlubby go-getter Andy Samberg. Sandler, broke, stupid and mumbling away in a ridiculous accent, needs his help.
They’re estranged. Tired antics ensue.