It's hard to tell whether the film's title is ironic or just simply wrong-headed, because while age figures into what passes for a plot in this mindless money grab, maturity certainly does not. Then again, what else should you expect from Adam Sander's increasingly irksome Happy Gilmore Productions and its hack director of choice, Dennis Dugan? Playing childhood buddies brought back together in their New England hometown (identified onscreen as "New England") upon the passing of their junior high school basketball coach, Sandler, Chris Rock, Kevin James, David Spade and Rob Schneider spend most the funeral and the lakeside getaway that follows laughing at each other's zingers. The rest of the time, they just lean against the comic crutches they packed for the trip: children, old people, scantily-clad women, animals, white trash and lots and lots of scatology. This is The Big Chill
for imbeciles, starring a coterie of clowns that might fancy themselves as some comedic Rat Pack but are really just an ex-SNLers version of the Blue Collar Comedy troupe.