Grandma's Boy (2006) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Scoop's notes Something funny happened to Grandma's Boy on the way to obscurity. At first, things seemed to be progressing in an orderly fashion:
That should be the recipe for an IMDb score in the range of 2.5-3.5, right? Very wrong. It is rated a respectable 6.4 at IMDb by more than a thousand voters, and that score is no fluke. It is also scored B- at Yahoo, and that's an average derived from more than two thousand voters. What the ... ? Well, I suppose the explanation is not so complicated. The audience for this lowbrow, R-rated comedy is bakers and gamers aged 12-16. Think about that for a moment. Can any movie so described get good reviews from a bunch of 50ish film critics who would rather be watching a Chaplin retrospective while sipping white wine between screenings? And you can't expect any theatrical box office. The R rating means that the target audience can't even get into the movie. From the very beginning, this film was doomed to fail theatrically, with the producers' only hope being some profit from the video aftermarket. Will it succeed? Well, the kids have already supported it with their votes and comments online, but it remains to be seen whether the target audience will support the DVD with their pocketbooks. I think that this film probably would have benefited from critical screenings. First of all, the critics would have been in a better mood when they reviewed the film, but more important, their reviews would have offered good marketing coverage to reach those people who know they have to read between the lines of reviews because they don't like the kinds of films that critics like. I'm such a reader myself. If a critic declares a film to be a "tone poem," he means to say "possessing a masterful control of atmosphere," but I read it as "pretentious crapola," and look elsewhere. I'm allergic to tone poetry. Now look at it from the kids' perspective. Let's assume that an important print reviewer says, "It's nothing but a bunch of stoners and slackers ragging on one another while they play video games and get wasted. Topping it all off is a kung-fu monkey." The critic thinks that is a negative review, but when a family's stern paterfamilias reads that to the kids over breakfast, meaning to offer them edification and guidance toward the path of enlightenment and maturity, the members of the film's potential audience hear that comment and think, "A kung-fu monkey? Cool." This thought is followed by plenty of giggling. I am not in this film's target audience. I'm nearly 60 and can't remember the last time I got high on any substance, legal or illegal. Yet I got some good laughs out of this film, and found it easy to sit through. Oh sure, some parts of the film made me cringe, especially the irritating "villain," but I enjoyed the interplay between the sympathetic characters, and I liked the fact that the characters were played as real people who have fun and generally respect one another. I think the story works better with an "average Joe" in the lead than it would have worked with another irritatingly mannered performance from Adam Sandler, complete with the dreaded baby voice. In fact, the two worst scenes in the film are the two cameos from established "names" Rob Schneider and David Spade, because those two guys were doing Catskills-style comedy schtick rather than letting the humor flow naturally from having the dialogue delivered by a credible character. Unfortunately, this guilty pleasure film fails to deliver enough guilty pleasures. The DVD contains the R-rated theatrical version and an unrated version, but the nudity maxes out at one topless woman and a man's bum. How realistic is that in a film that includes a party in which various bikers and bakers are so wasted that they can barely speak? This film could have benefited from an application of the Scoopy Principle, which is that once a film is rated R for other things (foul language, sex jokes, and sympathetic drug use), the tits are free. You can then basically have every woman in the film topless, and the rating will remain "R" unless you add some other nastiness. Not only did the director underutilize the R, but the unrated version of this film has no more female nudity than the R-rated version, and that has kind of a "rip-off" feel to it. Setting that aside, I found the film to be a watchable lowbrow comedy cut from the Sandler/Spade/Schneider cloth. As the Hollywood Reporter stated, "The film doesn't have much in the way of genuine laughs despite a plethora of attempted gags, but it does have a geniality that makes it hard to entirely dislike." |
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Tuna's notes Grandma's Boy is a puerile bong comedy about a group of video game testers. Allen Covert is a 35 year old video game tester. He is evicted because his roommate was spending the rent money at a Filipino massage parlor, and spends the night with a work buddy who lives at his own parents' house. This does not go well, as the mother catches Allen whacking off to a Laura Croft doll. He is forced to move in with his grandmother and her two roommates. Back at the office, we meet the antagonist. The game designer at the company was a child prodigy and is a super nerd, but is stuck on the design of his next game. Coincidentally, Allen has been secretly developing his own video game. The rest of that plot is easily guessed. There is also a half-hearted love interest for Allen. Samantha is hired as a project manager to get the current game tested and released on time. The climax of the film is a pot-fueled party to celebrate the completion of testing. The scary thing to me is that many people must have enjoyed this to get it up to 6.4 at IMDb. I will have to assume that I am not the target audience (thank God). Shirley Jones as a horny granny is the closest thing I found to humor in the film. |
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