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S. James Snyder,
Grown Ups betrays everything sweet, sincere and low-key that actuality makes it special.
During "Grown Ups," I felt a deep sadness every time the audience laughed and the sounds of their chuckles turned into the ringing of the cash register, and all I thought was a grim, simple truth: This, America, is why we can't have nice things.
New York Times:
Feels like the work of people who sat around a table for an hour or so tossing around hackneyed comic notions, then decided to slap them onto the screen and hope for the best.
Viewers who enjoy any single gag in the new Adam Sandler vehicle Grown Ups are in for a treat, as they'll be able to experience it again five or 10 more times.
If you've ever wondered what The Big Chill would be like with old Saturday Night Live castmates -- well, why would you ever have done that?
J. R. Jones,
Beneath all the forced hilarity lies an awful fear of aging - and Sandler is only 43! This is gonna be rough.
Dallas Morning News:
Ever been around a group of friends who crack each other up while you stand to the side and scratch your head?
Los Angeles Times:
The new Adam Sandler comedy has all the charm of a home movie that does not star your own family, which means it's overly sentimental, filled with you-had-to-be-there moments, bad jokes and even worse camera angles.
Grown Ups is the perfect poster child for this maddening summer of movie mediocrity.
It's not so hilarious that you need to rush to see it but not so bad that you will suffer unduly if you take a chance on its more-or-less family friendly charms.
The script, credited to -- or, better, blamed on -- Sandler and collaborator Fred Wolf, never builds. In fact, it mostly consists of the comics cracking each other up. And it's not a party we're ever invited to.
New York Daily News:
It looks like everyone had a good time making Grown Ups. Too bad you can't say the same thing about watching it.
New York Post:
When Grown Ups star and co-writer Adam Sandler repeatedly slapped Rob Schneider in the face with a dehydrated banana, I was jealous of Schneider, who suffered less than I did getting slapped upside the head by this rotting fruit of a comedy.
These guys set out to make a movie where they could crack each other up. At this late date, they can't even manage that.
Lo and behold, Grown Ups turns out to be the funniest thing in which Sandler has appeared in years.
Ebert & Roeper:
Come on Sandler, you've got all the money in the world. Challenge yourself instead of headlining crap like this.
Grown Ups is a pleasant, genial, good-hearted, sometimes icky comedy that's like spending a weekend with well-meaning people you don't want to see again any time real soon.
You find yourself chuckling at a lonely gag that halfway works -- not that I can remember any right now -- and end up shivering with cold sweat, convinced that watching Grown Ups has permanently damaged your sanity and intelligence.
Globe and Mail:
Now, after that brief time out for a breath of honesty, Adam is back to lining his pockets again.
What might just be the summer's worst movie, no small feat in a season already reeking of foul cinematic emissions.
The male fantasy of cheerleader spouse, well-adjusted kids and expanding waistline.
The actors seem genuinely fond of one another, and the message -- don't pass up life's simple pleasures -- suits its PG-13 rating. And the '80s soundtrack is spot-on. But it isn't enough to salvage this film.
Grown Ups delivers precious few laughs for the sheer volume of comedy talent on offer.
It's one of those Sandler movies where the inevitable Steve Buscemi cameo passes for the highlight.
From each obvious setup to its hoary payoff, Grown Ups hews faithfully to its formula...