There are few films which boast no single redeemable feature. That's My Boy , however, is indisputably one of these.
 
   The tale concerns a young boy, Donny, who is repeatedly sexually abused by a teacher who avariciously exploits her position of power to fulfill her own perverted lust with scant regard to the long-term ramifications of this. When she is exposed as a monstrous paedophile, she tragically announces that she has fallen pregnant and the task of raising the as-yet unborn child is, somewhat implausibly, given to Donny. A child is given responsibility of raising another child and, inevitably, a life borne of tragedy is one full of sadness; suffering is passed down another generation. Bizarrely, the film is a comedy.

   What humour, you may ask, could possibly come from such a premise? The answer, in short, is none. Aside from the disgusting suggesting that child abuse should be revered (Donny, as played by a dead-eyed Adam Sandler, becomes a feted and respected celebrity on the back of his notoriety), That's My Boy decides that wit or jokes aren't needed to make a comedy funny - instead pop culture references are served up a-plenty (Donny names his son Hans Solo, Vanilla Ice makes a cameo), and Donny masturbates over a picture of an elderly woman. It seems screenwriter David Caspe is asking us to find gerontophilia as humorous as paedophilia. If, like any sane human being, you find neither of these issues funny then, this is not the film for you.

   A truly misjudged and offensive movie, That's My Boy (alongside Sandler's friend Rob Schneider's baffling Big Stan ) marks itself as a piece of culture which could accurately sum up everything that's wrong with 21st century America. A dark stain on humanity's reputation.