Any hopes that Adam Sandler would use his Netflix contract to remake himself in movies like “Hustle” or “The Meyerowitz Stories”were dashed a couple of “Murder Mysteries” ago.

But he’s still doing numbers for the streamer, as his audience aged out of “going to the movies” long ago even if they never really outgrew him.

So why not a sequel to one of the movies that launched him, a title — like his “breakout” hit “Billy Madison” — that gave him the name of his production company, Happy Madison?

“Happy Gilmore 2” brings back his hockey-obsessed golfer who drives the ball with “rage,” which doesn’t really help him with his violence and anger management issues.

It’s a “gang’s all here” comedy that wallows in nostalgia for the original film, which came out 29 years ago. Sentimental curtain calls for performers from the original film who have since died — Carl Weathers and Bob Barker among them — clumsily blend with a parade of unfunny non-acting pro golfers, current and elder statesmen of the game, the usual crony cameos by the likes of Rob Schneider and Dan Patrick and sportscasters even older than Dan Patrick.

And then there’s all those Sandlers in the credits, his wife and kids failing to do much more than land a close-up or three in what plays like a “contractual obligation” outing from Team Sandman.

Of all the lazy, lame, vulgar and crude comedies this guy has churned out between more tolerable “Wedding Singer,” “50 First Dates” or even “Uncut Gems” pictures, this is right down there with “The Ridiculous 6” as among his laziest.

You barely have time to mutter “I wonder how they changed/killed-off the wife” from the first film as the opening credits play — a common failing of fragile ego leading men sequels — before Virginia (Julie Bowen) meets her demise.

To be fair, she still gets lots of screen time in flashbacks and fantasy sequences. Not as much as infamously undisciplined ex-golfer John Daly, who lives in Happy’s garage and joins him in his binge drinking.

Happy killed his wife with an errant tee shot, crawled into the bottle and lost everything. He now supports his four rowdy Boston Bruins-obsessed sons and aspiring ballerina daughter by stocking the produce section of his local market.

A running gag in the picture — Happy’s many “hide my drinking” flasks are concealed in everything from a fake cell phone to a cucumber, golf clubs and even a golf ball.

But he’s not picked up a club in over a decade when is forced back into the game — at 58 (Sandler’s real age) — to raise money for daughter Vienna’s (Sunny Sandler) prospective enrollment in a Paris Opera ballet school.

Sandler’s “Uncut Gems” writer and director Benny Safdie proves he has no gift for comedy playing Frank Manatee, a billionaire starting his own Happy Gilmore-inspired gonzo golf league, who tries to lure Happy out of his miserable “retirement” from the game.

Happy has to hit rock bottom — going to rehab sessions led by Ben Stiller‘s character from the first film — before he realizes his only hope of getting out of the financial hole is a comeback.

“At 58?”

A few awful, tipsy rounds and breaking a few driving range simulators later, he magically manages it. He’s back mingling with aged pros (Nicklaus, Trevino, etc), tactless TV interviewers (Kevin Nealon) and renewing old rivalries.

But where’s his nemesis, Shooter? The “third biggest golfer of the ’90s” (after Happy and “Tiger”)? He (Christopher McDonald) lost his marbles when he lost that gold jacket title to Happy back in ’96. It takes the intervention of golf-disrespecting Mr. Manatee to get Shooter out of a mental institution and back in Happy’s face.

The one moment that this movie came to life for me is when Sandler and McDonald renew their rivalry in a funny fistfight in a cemetery filled with graves of characters (and actors) who died after the first film came out.

Sandler’s one funny line comes when Happy has to half-hearted break-up a hockey brawl amongst his kids at the dinner table.

“Hey hey HEY! We fight in the BASEMENT, not at the table!”

The rest of the film is lame, recycled and unfunny jokes, penis and potty gags, uncommitted performances (Stiller and McDonald give it their all) and appearances by jocks, the descendents of dead actors and Sandler family (and a Stiller offspring, and another McDonald one) members.

It’s a film of “Look, it’s Dennis Dugan (as the “real” golf tour’s chairman),” who directed so many Sandler hits early in his career, or picking out which old golfer is which, trying to ID who this rapper or footballer is orwho that Sandler entourage member/hanger-on (Nick Swardson, etc.) might be.

Nostalgia only gets you so far, and whatever “feels” folks cling to from the original “upset the uptight golf world” original, it’s not enough to float this bloated corpse of a comedy.

Golf isn’t what it was back then, and neither are Happy or Sandler. So no “mulligans” for “Happy Gilmore 2.” A quintuple bogey or Archaeopteryx, a hole-by-hole disaster is still a disaster — in the trap, in the water, very late to the green and tucked onto Netflix where you can ignore it and find something better to watch.

Rating: PG-13, bits of violence, lots of profanity, potty jokes and mooning gags

Cast: Adam Sandler, Julie Bowen, Christopher McDonald, Bennie Safdie, John Daly, Bad Bunny, Haley Joel Osment, several Sandler relatives, Steve Buscemi and Ben Stiller

Credits: Directed by Kyle Newachek, scripted by Tim Herlihy and Adam Sandler. A Netflix release.

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