Happy Gilmore

The crap ADR, stitching in dialogue to punctuate jokes and refresh on plot points, feels a natural consequence of this film’s ramshackle nature rather than a pointed flaw (that’s not a compliment), and while it flirts with the idea of rewriting Amadeus as a sports comedy, Gilmore is too concerned with breezing to the ninety-minute mark to offer anything of substance. That said, good filmmaking isn’t rare here, Sandler has no ego in playing the fool, and the only scene McDonald doesn’t steal is the Bob Barker bit. Herlihy and Sandler’s next collaboration is infinitely superior, but this ain’t bad.

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