***UPDATE: Armond White, whose need to be a contrarian bores me to death, loved Grown Ups and compared the film’s director Dennis Dugan to Renoir. His praise is a little hyperbolic — desperate for attention — but he at least gets the movie.
It’s fair to say Kyle Smith, one of the few right-of center critics out there, hated Grown Ups. He even accuses Sandler of begging for applause with the flag-raising scene. I think that’s unfair. The moment is really about how a family is coming together and to tell the audience it’s the 4th of July. The flag-raise is a story device to make a bigger dramatic point, not pandering. The scene’s quite short — a blip, really — and it’s not like Lee Greenwood’s singing in the background. The moment certainly caught my eye, but only in the sense of how refreshing it was to see this portrayed as the ordinary act it is for most of us. Hollywood’s succeeded at making such things feel so exotic that when what’s commonplace for a majority of Americans occurs on screen it can only be interpreted as a Big Message.

Currently “Grown Ups” sits at a pretty rotten 8% Tomatometer rating. With “Top Critics,” the story of 5 childhood friends now grown and gathering together for a funeral, rises to 11%. As Christian Toto pointed out, “the reviews aren’t pretty.” No, they are not. Many are downright hostile.
I love Adam Sandler, especially when he teams with director Dennis Dugan. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t made a bad movie, but as prolific as he is, Sandler’s track record when it comes to delivering for his fans is impressive. Especially now that he’s moved successfully beyond the rage-prone juvenile persona that made him famous and started playing family men. Until I came across James Rocchi’s review at MSN, however, my intentions were to rent this, especially since Big Hollywood had already posted a review. In his hostile review entitled “Grown Ups is Infantile Trash,” Rocchi closed with this enticing piece of information:
In the present moment, though, in the theater during “Grown Ups,” I felt a deep and abiding 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 sad, simple truth: This, America, is why we can’t have nice things.
In other words, the audience was amused, the critic was not. That’s all I need to know. Within a few hours I was sitting in a packed house, munching popcorn, and laughing my ass off. (more…)