The first hour of this is terrific. It shows Sandler and Barrymore settling into their age, bouncing off of one another on a series of low-key dates gone awry ruminating on their lives as parents, domestic mishaps and divorce. It feels lived in and genuine, glowing with the same effortless rom-com charm these two conjured up in The Wedding Singer and, to a lesser degree, 50 First Dates. But just as you think this is going to be the Before Midnight of the Adam and Drew trilogy, everybody suddenly goes to Africa for some reason to engage in a series of moronic slapstick mishaps that feel dump-trucked in from another Happy Madison production entirely. A real shame, but my affection for the leads keeps the whole thing tolerable.