Dirty Grandpa Review
A bawdy, transgressive comedy without many real laughs but featuring a committed Robert De Niro performance.
2.0Overall Score

No one speaks the title of Dirty Grandpa until the closing seconds of this bawdy comedy, but the film invokes the image pretty early on. A brief, placid prologue introduces us to Jason Kelly (Zac Efron), who mourns the loss of his grandmother and is cajoled by his bereaved grandfather Richard (Robert De Niro) into driving him to his house in Florida. The first thing he finds on arrival at his grandparents’ Georgia residence? His widowed Grandpa naked and masturbating in the front room.

Understandably, the straight-laced Jason freaks out, as might an audience hoping De Niro has any self-respect left. But family duty binds, and so Jason and Dick pile into the bright pink Beetle provided by Jason’s controlling fiancée Meredith (Julianne Hough), and zip off down to Daytona Beach. There, the film locks into an oscillating tug of war between horny grandpa and reserved grandson, wandering over increasingly transgressive comedic territory and into surprisingly keen sentimentality – only the latter new to Borat and Bruno producer Dan Mazer, here the director of newcomer John Phillips’ screenplay.

The images Dirty Grandpa thrusts upon an unsuspecting audience become increasingly bold in their crudeness, but they’re not presented with any pretence of embarrassment. It goes balls and dick out across boundaries, and by the time the wild screwball narrative has sputtered to an awkward end, genitalia has become so normalised that you wonder why you’re even wearing clothes. The scantily clad girls populating the shore are as objectified as you’d expect, but the film presents this very firmly from the point-of-view of an elderly man, camera as his eyes scanning the beach. Not to mention the fact that Efron, game as ever, is possibly even more objectified, allowing the film to use the spectacle of his body as a constant source of lusty amusement.

Dirty GrandpaIn restraining Dick’s lechery to an intrinsically sexual gaze, Dirty Grandpa presents the wearingly familiar gaze of the weary May-December narrative. It helps, enormously, that Aubrey Plaza brings her unique sardonic humour to the object of Dick’s sexual affections, at least up until an incredibly ill-advised credits sequence. In centring a sex comedy around an elderly man, and indulging this puerile humour across the generations, the film invites an audience usually alienated from the American Pie-style antics to let loose.

Which isn’t to say Dirty Grandpa presents an utopian vision of sexual freedom or that it’s unproblematic. Not at all: beyond Plaza selling the hell out of the repetitive schtick she’s given, the female characters get remarkably short shrift here, with Julianne Hough thanklessly demonised as the mistrustful fiancée and Zoey Deutch not even given any jokes as the old classmate reconnecting with Jason. In a story about the cracked patriarchy of a family unit, there’s simply no room for women beyond their orbit of the men. Nothing new, perhaps, but still an unfortunate problem easily rectified. Phillips’ inconsistent screenplay also offers Dick a strange U-turn from his early bigoted jokes to a righteous defence of Deutch’s black gay bestie Bradley (Jeffrey Bowyer-Chapman).

So comedy’s still a straight boys’ club. If you deign to forgive that, Dirty Grandpa’s disregard for common decency can occasionally be a fun enough joyride to entertain, mostly thanks to De Niro’s clear enjoyment in indulging himself in such base antics. It’s an effortlessly relaxed performance that not only sells every comedic moment, but manages to create genuine feeling in the film’s incredibly awkward swerves into melancholy. Grandpa may be dirty, but he’s got a heart of gold. And a dick of… well, why spoil it for you?


Dirty Grandpa is in cinemas from 25th January.

About The Author

Born and still unfortunately living in merry ol’ England, David took a love of cinema through two degrees, capping them off with a dissertation on Julianne Moore. (He likes to think he helped her win the Oscar.) He currently works on the social media team for UK entertainment site Digital Spy and in his downtime writes for FRR, The Film Experience and very rarely on his own website. You can regularly find him beholden to the visage of Emma Stone.

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