Last night I had the opportunity to watch your movie, That's My Boy. Before you assume that I am some prissy suburban matron, let me assure you that Animal House is one of my favorite movies. I'm not easily offended and I definitely like so-called "boys' humor". Though, really, The Wedding Singer was your best movie ever.
But what the hell, Mr. Sandler?
This movie had potential. Sure, as a former teacher and as a mother, I find the whole idea of a teacher/seventh grader relationship being played for laughs a little gross. But I could have overlooked that, I wanted to overlook that.
I like you, Mr. Sandler. I like Mr. Sandberg. I like that you cast Vanilla Ice in your movies. And I think Rachel Dratch
should be in every movie, so kudos to you for recognizing that. I also appreciate your judicious use of '80's music. Even the idea of a hedge fund manager with a loser father had potential, but oh my god, what the fuck was up with the (spoiler alert) brother/sister incest thing?That's how you had to make the fiancee unappealing? REALLY?
You couldn't think of anything else? Like maybe she's a teacher having an affair with her own student? Or she's really a bounty hunter trying to find you? Or she's really in love with Rachel Dratch's character? Nothing occurred to you but incest?
And then, after your character's big speech about what love is, you never show him reunited with the teacher? If you talked Susan Sarandon into doing one scene, surely you could have talked her into two.
It was like you couldn't decide whether to do a heartwarming comedy about fatherhood or the most offensive long form Saturday Night Live sketch ever. Please pick one next time.
Respectfully yours,
TripleZmom
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