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In his high school years, Donny Berger (Justin Weaver) fathered a son, Han Solo, with his sexy teacher (Eva Amurri Martino). She goes to prison, and he raises Han Solo until his 18th birthday when he leaves the house to become a successful businessman. Years later, Donny desperately needs money to pay the IRS, so he agrees to reunite with Han Solo on a TV reality show to get that money. The task to bond with his grown up son (Andy Samberg), who's now named Todd, is easier said than done especially since Todd is about to get married to Jamie (Leighton Meester).
Can a comedy be crude, rude and lewd yet completely unfunny? The answer is a resounding "yes" after watching That's My Boy. Screenwriter David Caspe uses every chance he gets to shock you, disgust you and annoy you, but apparently he forgot to make you laugh in the process. A gross-out comedy can be both clever and funny (see There's Something About Mary) even with stupid characters doing stupid things. There's not a clever or funny bone to be found in That's My Boy, though. Just when you think you're already disgusted enough by the turn of events, the movie crosses even more boundaries in ways that are tasteless, witless and mean-spirited.
Andy Samberg deserves a better vehicle than this one to showcase his talents as a comedic actor. Not a single actor or actress shines here--with the exception of Vanilla Ice who's just barely amusing. Every gag hits you in the face and goes on too long, including one that involves Donny's lust for a grandmother (Peggy Steward) which lands him in quite a sticky situation---don't ask! To add insult to injury, the running time clocks nearly 2 hours, far too long for a comedy, so by the 90-minute mark, you'll be either falling asleep or yelling at the screen for the painfully unfunny movie to end once and for all.
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