The Legend Returns… With a Limp and a Mulligan
Adam Sandler is back in his most iconic role. Happy Gilmore 2 drops in like a drunk uncle at a member guest scramble: loud, unpredictable, and 100% committed to the bit. Sandler’s swing still looks like he’s trying to kill a piñata, and somehow it’s even more beautiful than before.
Nostalgia Bomb Incoming: Duck and Cover
If the first Happy Gilmore was a Molotov cocktail thrown at golf’s snobby reputation, this sequel is the victory lap. It’s loaded with callbacks, cameos, and enough sentimental cheese to melt a Callaway wedge.
Watching this movie is like reuniting with your old foursome nobody’s improved, but damn it’s fun anyway.
Modern Golf’s Real Happy Place: Paging Paige Spiranac
Back in the ‘90s, Happy’s “happy place” was grandma winning slot machines and Chubbs playing piano.
Today? It’s Paige Spiranac doing club reviews in slow-mo. Let’s be honest if Happy Gilmore 2 didn’t include Paige, it would’ve been a double-bogey on the relevance scorecard. She’s basically golf’s algorithm whisperer, and yes, she steals a few scenes (and maybe your attention span).
Shooter McGavin: Still the Human Equivalent of a Shanked 3-Iron
He’s back. He’s older. He’s somehow even more bitter than a missed 3-footer.
Shooter McGavin returns like the villain who never left your fantasy football league. His short game is shaky, his trash talk is outdated, and yet—he’s still the perfect guy to root against. Watching Happy roast Shooter again? It’s like watching Tiger slap Sergio in his prime. Glorious!
Plot? Logic? Please,
Is there a coherent storyline? Kinda.
Does it matter? Absolutely not.
This movie is less about structure and more about vibes—golf carts crashing, clubs flying, and that sweet sweet feeling of chaos we didn’t know we missed. Think of it as Caddyshack meets a midlife crisis.
A Mulligan Worth Watching
Is Happy Gilmore 2 a cinematic masterpiece? Nope.
Is it a 90-minute clinic on why golf needs less gatekeeping and more ridiculousness? Absolutely.
Sandler proves once again that golf doesn’t need to take itself so seriously. Sometimes, all it takes is a hockey stick swing, a few f-bombs, and a reminder that the game is supposed to be fun.