There are two incredibly infuriating things about Adam Sandler: First, he makes movies that aren’t very good but they make boatloads of cash. Second, he could make better movies, but he chooses not to since they might not make boatloads of cash. It’s for these reasons that critics largely brush off Sandler’s movies even though they’re screened for press (which is more than I can say for the films of Paul W.S. Anderson). There are brief times when Sandler will wander off the beaten track to do something “respectable” like Funny People or Punch-Drunk Love, but everything he does feels like a cynical calculation where he’ll inevitably come back to the safe confines of a lowest-common-denominator comedy. That’s My Boy, his first R-rated feature since Punch-Drunk, shows brief glimmers of the Sandler we knew at the beginning of his film career, but those moments are drowned out by the lazy comedy for which he’s become infamous.