Happy Gilmore is probably best remembered as one of the less-awful Adam Sandler movies, here getting a very belated sequel that starts with a useful recap and a morose accident that brings the story up to date, with a dissolute Happy abandoning golf, working in a supermarket and bringing up his four rambunctious sons and aspiring dancer daughter. Naturally, the desire to pay for his daughter's Parisian ballet training spurs Happy into recovery and on the comeback trail - cue 80s-style progress montage - with the veteran Tour Champions pitted against the modern Maxi Golf League and his old nemesis Shooter McGavin on the loose. With some apt references to ageing and how modern sport has changed since Happy's heyday, this sequel is laden with flashbacks/callbacks and real golf pros aplenty making it feel comfortably familiar, all trundling along flatly and harmlessly with its humour determinedly simple, basic and childish (just like Happy's quartet of knuckleheaded sons). Typically, Sandler nails the smaller, quieter and more dramatic moments, even if they are few and far between, and there is a nicely-tuned performance from Benito Antonio Martinez as Happy's clueless caddy, but overall Happy Gilmore 2 is a mid-level Sandler movie that offers little and leaves little impression.
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