dir. Dan Mazer
In this veritable cesspool of obscenity, there is not a single redemptive factor to be found. The “story”, though the word affords Dirty Grandpa far more than it deserves, follows titular grandfather Richard “Dick” Kelly (played, tragically, by Robert De Niro). After his wife dies, he embarks on a doggedly zany adventure with his grandson Jason (Zac Efron, who spends the movie with a look of traumatised horror on his face as though he’s having a 102-minute-long Vietnam flashback). Tasteless jokes are flung, mercilessly, against almost every conceivable demographic: ethnic minorities, LGBTQ+ people, women, women who have lots of sex, women who don’t have lots of sex, Jewish people, Romani people, deaf people, dumb people, visually-impaired people, people in general. In one particularly cringe-inducing scene, a triumphant De Niro — not satisfied with his attempt to creep out the audience with his stilted geriatric rapping — gleefully yelps out the n-word to a room full of black people. Lo and behold, they shriek in delight and accept the lewd white man as one of their own, because apparently no one told Dirty Grandpa that it’s the twenty-first century and sensitivity is actually a thing now.
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