Peter Segal’s film is pulled in so many different directions that it comes to feel slack.
Like Jennifer Lopez herself, Peter Segal’s Second Act attempts to wear many hats.
Thankfully, on the whole, the irksome traces of David Zucker’s political worldview get outpaced by some of the most winning slapstick inanity in American cinema.
So wantonly clichéd that to watch it is to explore the outer perimeters of one’s own tolerance for a specific type of feel-good sports film.
Most of the action-movie stuff, particularly an endless plane-and-car chase climax, is astoundingly played straight.
It overflows with so many gay-centric gags that it’s a wonder the filmmakers didn’t utilize the film’s title for a penis-related pun.
The film’s charm and compassion is repeatedly drowned out by completely lowbrow distractions.
If not consistently funny, Anger Management is still unusually mindful of human behavior for an Adam Sandler vehicle.