Movie Night

Alright, on a bet alone, we went to see ‘Bad Grandpa’ and broke even.  It was a stupid movie, so we lost.  Yet it promised to be a stupid movie– we weren’t disappointed when it kept its promise–so we won. As I said, we broke even.  I can tell you, however that after watching this movie, we’ve had enough slapstick, crude, obscene, insulting, if-we-have-to-call-it- humor… humor– for a good long time– possibly forever.  And on an extremely boring day, I will pick an image from this movie, or it will fight its way back in to my psyche, catching me at the most inopportune moment (like an office meeting) and I’ll have to laugh.  “Just don’t ask me what I’m laughing at because its potty humor…” I said to our CEO at this mornings’ very important reunion.   By-the-way, what is it with parents now-a-days sneaking their kids to watch stuff  like this, which is the saddest part of the movie. Is there really a shortage of babysitters?  But that’s for another day and another blog or complaint…which believe me—I will.

Bad Grandpa is the story about the world we live in– today.  How children have to act like adults due to drug addicted parents, therefore absentee ones. Also, how seniors act like children misbehaving and unruly until shown otherwise and their electronic diapers taken away. This story is about the unlikely union between a grandpa gone wild with his new found and erroneous freedom after the death of his spouse of forty-six years and his little grandson of eight being brought to him courtesy of his loser coke addicted mother for the purpose of the  boys’ delivery to his drug addicted father.  Like borrowing from Peter to pay Paul but using a child as payment — criminals!

Both grandfather and grandson behave badly the way boys that age sometimes do (ages eight to eighty-eighty).   Life has taken away their rules, their regulations, taken away their status– so they make one up along the way.  The grandfather looking for action at all cost and in all the wrong places, stealing overtly and other unmentionable mischief (basically–I’m trying hard to forget).   And with the small boy already knowing too much of the streets, but clearly not knowing what he needs to know to stay safe.   He continually asks passersby of the suspicious looking male type—tall, white, possible pervs just off the plane coming back from a sporadic trip to Thailand with really heavy luggages with breathing holes in them –if they can be his new dad. Disastrous if one were to eventually agree and be his daddy.

Somehow through the sheer misconduct of the offensive nature of this film and its tactics to gross out audience – the old man realizes that he, himself, needs to raise the kid and we, the viewers, by rough calculations weigh all the odds quick before we change our united mind and reluctantly agree.  Because, at the end of the day or movie,  as kooky , or bad as grandpa is, it isn’t nearly as dangerous as handing him over to the boy’s biological carcasses called his birth parents, where irreparable damage on the child would be a certain fate.  The old man still has heart and loves the child.  The worst that can happen here is that the boy will grow up to be a comedian.

Oh, I forgot to mention, the old man had been trying to dispose of his dead wife’s body which he kept in his trunk after the funeral didn’t work out,  so now he has to throw her in the lake, but besides that –he’s not such a bad old guy — not such a bad grandpa.

Update:  Our CEO not only didn’t fire me, she watched the movie herself and by the escaping laughs she made at the most impromptu times (like the summit meeting) — I’d say she’ll have some explaining to do.  “Oh gosh look at the time–5:00 already– you’re on your own with that one –sister”!

 

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