Kevin James

Seems less a joyous return to innocence and more like the nightmares we have while contemplating the real-estate market.

I sure hope Sandler's next movie is about learning the pain of Asian folks...that'd be hilarious!

The hero is named for a disgusting bodily function that's hardly PG material, but the movie itself seems to be aimed at grade schoolers.

Pays heartwarming testament to the flexibility of solidarity.

Resembles its own remarks about predictable patterns in the circuitry of arcade games: here is a series of crass caricatures, obvious setups and payoffs (not to mention a woman problem...), further suffocated by overweening commercialism...

This is the kind of lackluster animated movie at which you’ll lose count of how many times the characters randomly break into dance--and that’s in addition to the...not one but two dance parties incorporated into the plot.