The day after I watched Bad Grandpa I overhead a couple of heavily accented, and tattooed, baristas complain that Bad Grandpa was “the most shit of all the Jackass movies, mate”
If you know The Coin Laundry in Armadale, you know where I sometimes get coffee.
Now not wishing to debate those gentlemen, on these points, at that time, I wrote this post. And I’ll direct them to my blog next time I get coffee.
The thing is this. Bad Grandpa is a welcome evolution of the stunt and reality, fuelled cringe festival that we all love.
If there is to be explosive diarrhea – then let it be played out on a broader emotional canvas. If we are to bear witness to deformed genitals – then let this serve a richer narrative, as well as a higher purpose.
Bad Grandpa aka Irving Zisman gets lumped with taking his grandson back to the kids arsehole/loser/stoner father (Greg Harris), since his mother (Zisman’s daughter) is going to prison for using crack. But Zisman’s wife has just died and he is ready to go wild with the ladies. Of course having the little cock-block cum killjoy around is the last thing Irving wants. And he lets him know. So as the two set off to meet the father of the year they end up in a shitload of inappropriate situations. Literally and figuratively.
So I liked Bad Grandpa. Lots of awful behavior, some hilarious onlooker reactions and a surprisingly good performance by the Grandson of the piece, Billy (Jackson Nicoll). The relationship between Bad Grandpa and Billy evolves over time and they become buddies and partners-in-crime. Also even though it was a short role Greg Harrris’s father was like Danny McBride at his unlikeable best. Very funny.
A great antidote to political correctness everywhere, Bad Grandpa takes us back to a golden age when you can be inappropriate and stupid and very funny.
Enough of Bad Grandpa already. Bring-on Bad Grandma. (I always say)
7 out of 10
Plus a bonus point for the explosive diarrhea
8 out of 10