You’ve got to hand it Adam Sandler: the guy gets exorbitant salaries to make crappy comedies with his entourage of unfunny and untalented goons who think the words “pee-pee” and “poo-poo” are the height of hilarity, and every bit of pathetic schlock that goes out into theaters with Sandler’s name above the title often makes beaucoup bucks at the box office. The guy started out making comedies that were genuinely funny though extremely juvenile at first, but somewhere along the way he found out that it was easier to sell out and stick to a surefire formula for making movies that generate fast and plentiful profits in theaters and on video and cable.

The old Sandler – the guy who only cares about making people laugh and not just about satisfying his taste-deprived fan base – occasionally shows up for a fleeting moment, like the wonderful first two acts of Judd Apatow’s bloated Funny People, but then he disappears just as fast into another awful movie where he plays an overgrown manchild who loves to vomit, defecate on someone’s front lawn, and engage in acts of pointlessly absurd brutality that would only be truly hilarious to the lobotomized.