Here Comes the Boom

The way James, Rutten, and Winkler connect is engaging and amusing, and Here Comes the Boom is moderately successful on that chemistry alone. And if something can crack my cold, cold heart, that's a victory.

Ultimately, the film is much too derivative to stand (and deliver) on its own, but at its best moments, it proves amiably average, chiefly due to James' natural charms.

Couldn't Kevin have raised the money by selling hard drugs or trafficking underage women? The closing scenes would, under those circumstances, have seemed only marginally less peculiar.

The Wedding Singer's Frank Coraci retains an endearing fondness for funny-faced bit-parts, but it's fundamentally formulaic in construction and mediocre in execution.

A fantasia of hackneyed conceits about education ...

Every now and again a film comes along that could play as a parody of itself with minimal alteration, and 90 per cent of them seem to have some kind of connection to Adam Sandler.

Give the film a try. It'll win you over before the credits roll.

"Here Comes The Boom isn't the best movie in the world (Creed and Creed II will get you beatings and a great story) but it's sentimental, gripping and funny."

I have no qualms about saying that anyone who appreciates Kevin James will unquestionably appreciate Here Comes the Boom.

The formulaic fight movie is boosted by the built-in energy of UFC events and the rock soundtrack... By the time the last fight starts the audience is totally invested, cringing with every blow and cheering each successful punch.