Libby A

Terrible movie. An absolute disgrace to both the hockey and golf communities. This movie both emotionally and physically scarred me. I hope one day my children can grow up in a world never having to hear happy’s eerie, agitating voice. Also, can we talk about his grandmother? Why does she make the quilts? Where do the quilts go? Why quilts? Why not crochet? Or knitting? Why. The. Quilts. Lastly, I would like to point out how this film changed my view of Adam Sandler for the worst. As an actor, I genuinely respect the guy. That was until I watched Happy Gilmore. This is a complete destruction of character. If I were Adam, I’d be doing the smart thing - suing for defamation. I wish the best to every innocent person who had to sit through the 93 minutes of horror, I also endured.