By the end of the film, it’s clear that the most merciful act for the series may be a stake through the heart.
The film risks offense by putting a typically Adam Sandler-ian twist on a tired familial trope.
The obvious amount of hard work that went into this out-of-touch sequel is partly what makes it so irritating.
You can count Joe Pesci’s star vehicles on one hand, and people will tell you My Cousin Vinny is the only worthwhile title.
From the animated to the animalistic, the perfect to the perverse, this list is one royally diverse bunch.
Yet another instance of a decent, potentially thorny premise bogged down in a mess of treacly sentiment and tedious moralizing.