Don’t call it a comeback (he never went anywhere), but it would be fair to view Adam Sandler’s That’s My Boy
as something of a return to form coming right on the heels of what might be the low point (Jack and Jill
) of his long and varied career. A hard-R comedy that doesn’t skimp on the raunch while piling on sight gags galore and enough bizarre cameos to qualify it as a surrealist film, the foulmouthed father-son laugher follows the formula we’ve come to expect from the former SNL
funnyman (including fetishistic use of ’80s cock rock) and does it fairly well, but still overstays its welcome by clocking in at nearly two hours.
As a middle-...