Grown Ups is anything but. You won’t find a shred of maturity here, but you will find the following in abundance: fart jokes, bunion jokes, breast-feeding jokes, Salma Hayek’s amazing rack (clothed, but still), physical pratfalls, teen aged girls in short-shorts, and five grown men acting like complete idiots. The laughs are cheap, but they are there for the taking.
I laughed at a lot of stuff I shouldn’t have, but I also laughed at Joe Dirt, if that is telling. This is the same type of movie, and there is obviously a segment of the population who will seek it out this weekend. This panders to the lowest common denominator of comedy appeal.
I think the filmmakers knew exactly what type of movie they wanted to make, and mission accomplished. If you howl with laughter anytime a character farts in a movie, you are in for a real treat.
Five childhood friends who played on the same basketball team when they were younger are brought back together for their coach’s funeral. Adam Sandler is the successful one, with a hot headed trophy wife (Salma Hayek) and spoiled brat kids. Kevin James is the rotund family man married to Mario Bello, who still breast-feeds their four year old (hilarious!)
Chris Rock is an emasculated stay at home dad with a nagging mother-in-law and ungrateful wife (Maya Rudolph.) Rob Schneider is a new-age vegan married to a woman old enough to be his grandmother, and David Spade still fancies himself a ladies man (really?)
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