'Happy Gilmore 2' Is Funny, Profoundly Stupid

I support Adam Sandler’s right to make hundreds of millions of dollars producing fun movies. My favorite movie from my childhood is The Waterboy, the 1998 romp about a redneck who eats fried squirrel in the Louisiana swamps before becoming a star linebacker for “South Central Louisiana State University.” Twenty years after it came out, I compiled the oral history of the film, talking with most of its principals except for Sandler, a hard man to pin down for an interview. I remember Kathy Bates, one of America’s great actresses, calling me a few minutes late and profusely apologizing: “When they told me this was for Adam, I would not miss it.” Sandler has a reputation for being good to people. My friends play a pickup basketball game on the weekends in West Hollywood, and stories abound of the star rolling up with his crew, waiting his turn, and hooping for hours with the common man. In the Sandler Wars, I am on Adam’s side.