IN THIS SEQUEL TO HAPPY GILMORE, BILLY MADISON, ANGER MANAGEMENT, 50 FIRST DATES OR BIG DADDY, ADAM SANDLER COMFORTABLY SLIPS BACK INTO THE ROLE OF RIDICULOUS MAN-CHILD. BY THIS POINT I CAN’T IMAGINE ANYONE EXCEPT CHILDREN, FORIEGNERS, THE AMERICAN INBRED AND ME, PAYING TO WATCH THIS IDIOT. THERE’S SOMETHING EXTREMELY UNSETTLING ABOUT LAUGHING AT A MAN WHO’S BRAIN DOESN’T EXCEED THE MENTAL CAPACITY OF A 12 YR OLD. IN THIS HORROR, SANDLER IS ONCE AGAIN INCAPABLE OF DEALING WITH EVERYDAY LIFE, UNTIL CHRISTOPHER WALKEN GIVES HIM A REMOTE THAT CAN TiVo REALITY. OF COURSE, SANDLER USES THIS REMOTE TO MAKE BOOBS JIGGLE IN SLOW-MOTION, SKIP ARGUMENTS WITH HIS WIFE, MUTE HIS DOG, SMACK HIS BOSS, AND BASICALLY TO DO EVERYTHING ELSE THAT DOESN’T INCLUDE TRAVELING BACK IN TIME TO SAVE CHRIS FARLEY’S LIFE. EVEN IF, HOPEFULLY, THAT MEANT OVERDOSING ON SPEEDBALLS HIMSELF. THIS MOVIE MADE ME CATATONIC WITH ANGER. IF YOU STILL PLAN TO RENT THIS, FOR THE FIRST TIME, OR AGAIN, I’D APPRECIATE IT IF YOU’D LEAVE YOUR ADDRESS AND PHOTOGRAPHS OF YOUR CHILDREN IN THE COMMENT BOX. I’D LIKE TO BE A CATALYST FOR EVOLUTION BY PROTESTING "THE BREEDING OF MORONS" FROM YOUR LAWN. THANKS A BUNCH. -TMJ
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