Dennis Dugan‘s Grown Ups (Columbia, 6,25) “is like Jason Miller‘s That Championship Season, except with douchebags who think they’re funny,” writes Marshall Fine. “Rather than offer actual punchlines, the film seems to consist of ad-lib wisecracks and insults to which Dugan and the cast repeatedly said, ‘That’s good enough.’ Not by half.

“The story, such as it is, focuses on five friends, one-time teammates on a championship middle-school basketball squad, who went their separate ways. But they reunite for the funeral of the coach who guided them to that championship when they were adolescents, gathering at a church in ‘New England.’

“Yes, that’s what it says on the screen: ‘New England.’ In other words, this is a movie so lazy that the title card can’t even be bothered to specify a single state for its location, let alone a city. Why say ‘New England’? Why not ‘The Northeast’? Or perhaps: ‘The East Coast’? You don’t want to have to think too much, right?

What’s alarming is that there is an entire generation that considers these guys — Adam Sandler, Kevin James, Chris Rock, Rob Schneider, David Spade — the comedy touchstones of their era. This is why Generation X is doomed.

Grown Ups is a scam on the audience — a paid vacation for its stars masquerading as a movie that people will actually pay to watch. There are more laughs in any ten minutes of Toy Story 3 than in this entire flimsy piece of garbage.”