Grandma S Boy-Grandma’s Boy is a 2006 film about a 35-year-old video game tester who ends up homeless and have to go live with his grandmother and his two dotty, elderly companions. Grandma’s Boy ‘, a comedy of colors in which Alex (Allen Covert), during the day is the oldest in the world, video game tester, but by night is a private company developing the next game in the generation.Instead X -Box, I am overcome by a feeling of futility: I’m not sure what I expected from Grandma’s Boy. To be honest something, probably expected this way. I’m not sure if it does better or worse.
It is not, in truth, even a movie. It is missing certain basic elements of narrative filmmaking, like for example a narrative. If someone would like to make an argument that Grandma’s Boy is an avant-garde work of expressionist genius, I would like to hear it. The basic idea, I think, is that avideo game tester and champion named Alex (Adam Sandler’s buddy Allen Covert) loses his apartment and moves in with his grandma and her two deranged elderly roommates. If that doesn’t sound like a conflict, that’s because it is not one, and the scattershot attempts to add to it — oh, wait, but Alex tells his friends that he is rooming with hot women! — are pathetic.
Basically, the film is a clothesline for a string of stoner jokes, involving pot, bongs, more pot, old women drinking pot, pot that makes you think you are a deer, old women using bongs as vases, and also pot. These are singularly unfunny. The notion that anyone could think that they are funny is kind of offensive — I was about to say impossible, but having seen the film with an audience, that is demonstrably untrue.
Yes, yes, I know. There is a certain repulsive snot factor about a Critic sitting in the midst of a laughing audience and shaking his head, wondering how the hoi polloi could possibly be amused by such garbage. But look: I am what is commonly referred to as an “easy laugh.” I am generally amused by things that are not even, strictly speaking,funny ; I find laughs in strange places, and often read more into jokes than is perhaps there. Sitting through Grandma’s Boy, I stared at the screen with what began as disbelief, became disgust, and finished as excruciating pain. The gags are not only infantile, but they are incompetently written and staged, rarely leading to actual punchlines (scenes just cut off randomly), usually neither here nor there with regard to the rest of the film. Some jokes, notfunny to begin with, were repeated and repeated until I screamed for mercy. Several sequences bear no relationship whatsoever to anything else that happens but are there simply because one of the “screenwriters” had a brilliant idea.
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