Even a blind pig finds an acorn once in a while.

And there aren’t many blinder than Adam Sandler – or his fans.

Sandler does find a few acorns – make that laughs – in “That’s My Boy,” his latest cinematic extrusion. Few of them are provided by him, however. Nor are there nearly enough of them in this flabby, bloated comedy to change your mind if you, like me, are not a particular fan of Sandler’s self-generated films. (More…)