HAPPY GILMORE 2 Review – Are you not entertained?

The McGavin shooter would eat this film … because it’s a shit piece

30 years later, they finally made a sequel to one of the most loved and constantly targeted comedies of all time – and in a way delivered one of the most confusing cinematographic disasters of recent memory. Happy Gilmore 2 is not only bad; It is Netflixified in oblivion, stripped of charm, humor and all semblance of what made the original a classic.

Let’s be clear: the original happy gilmore is undoubtedly the best film by Adam Sandler. It was lightning in a bottle – Short, Sweet, Slapstick Gold, filled with heart and perfect comic timing. But this sequel? It is the cinematic equivalent of looking at your childhood pet take place … idling … while being told by an influencer of Tiktok.

In a few minutes, the film commits a narrative suicide: the character of Julie Bowen is killed out of screen, only to constantly reappear in Happy “Happy Place” like a bizarre ghost therapist. And the following is such a disjoint and silly plot, it seems that it was tanned in a psychological district. The McGavin shooter – Yes, the icon itself – is now in a psychiatric establishment and becomes somehow … a good guy? Blasphemy. Christopher McDonald does what he can, but the script transforms one of the great bad guys in comedy into a sterilized acolyte.

Then, there is Benny Safdie, composed of up to 11 as a villain, offering such a terribly terrible performance, it makes you nostalgic for the little Nicky. The whole is wrapped in an absurd plot involving happy to be a broken alcoholic widower with five children, one of which is a ballet prodigy. For what? No one knows. No one cares about it.

Golf scenes are CGI slops at the top. Les Camées – PGA stars like Rory McILroy and Brooks Koepka with each random celebrity Adam Sandler could send an abundant and useless SMS. It is just a smoothie of content intended for Instagram age: recognizable faces, noisy moments and zero substance.

Worse still, the jokes fall flat. Each gag is a watered -down recovery of a higher moment in the first film. There is no originality, no clear writing and certainly no heart. Even the return of Ben Stiller as an ordered nursing nursing home is ruined by supersaturation – he was hilarious in small doses in Happy Gilmore, but here, he is pushed into scenes like a sketch character who has exceeded his welcome.

There is a saving grace: Bad Bunny, of everyone, presents himself as the new Happy shopping cart. It is surprisingly sympathetic, and the false out of Will Zalatoris being the original shopping cart is a funny wink. But a little laugh of two seconds does not excuse 95 minutes of creaking.

This film is not going with Hollywood’s restarts and the original Netflix bloating. It is soulless, useless and insulting for fans who waited for decades for appropriate follow -up. You give real writers for six months and they could have found something infinite better – a simple revenge match between Happy and Shooter would have done the trick. Instead, we obtained an incoherent drowning in the Cales of Celebrities and the Deaf drama.

This is not just a missed opportunity. It is total discomfort. And yes, the McGavin shooter would eat this film for breakfast … because it’s shit.

HAPPY GILMORE 2 = 31/100

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