Look, if you were a teen or adult in 2004, you might have fond memories of this one. It's got charm in spots, and the Sandler-Barrymore chemistry is real.

But let's be honest: this has aged like milk in the Hawaiian sun. The premise—while creative—raises serious consent issues the movie never addresses. Henry is established as a serial liar who manipulates tourists into bed, then we're supposed to root for him pursuing a woman who literally cannot remember him or their relationship. That's... problematic.

Add in crude sexual humor, stereotyping, domestic violence played for laughs, and the general early-2000s bro-comedy vibe, and you've got something that's just not suitable for family viewing despite being marketed as a rom-com. The 45% critic score tells you what you need to know—even at release, this was seen as mediocre Sandler.

For adults who enjoy this era of comedy? Fine, you do you. But for kids or family movie night? Hard pass. There are so many better rom-coms that don't require explaining why it's okay to date someone who can't remember you exist.