That’s My Boy, My Plea To Adam Sandler
I know your new movie comes out this Friday, June 15, 2012, but please hear me out. You have had a second to none career. Breaking out during your time at Saturday Night Live with memorable characters like Opera Man you seamlessly jumped on to the big screen with such movie classics as Happy Gilmore and the Wedding Singer. Finally you bring joy to the world every holiday season with your Hanukkah song, you have had success most entertainers would kill for. Please hang it up and enjoy the fruits of your labor. Remember Seinfeld? You have to know when to leave on top.
Jack and Jill was your movie nadir, but That’s My Boy takes you to a new low. Not only did you blemish your illustrious career, you nearly destroyed Andy Samberg’s by making him your whipping boy. You also did a number on Leighton Meester and one of my favorite Heroes, Milo Ventimiglia. Milo, what were you thinking?!? The only person who comes away relatively unscathed was James Caan! As always, there were some moments that made me chuckle, but when your increasingly gross bathroom jokes outshine your plot, your movie is in big trouble. This is strike two. I beg you. Please don’t strike out.