Between wild fraternity parties, bar brawls, and an epic night of karaoke, Dick is on a mission to carry on with his life minus all potential limitations and bring Jason curious to see what happens. Eventually, on the most out of control adventure of their lives, 'grimy' Grandpa and his anxious grandson find they can gain from each other.
No matter how many brief yucks you get out of Plaza's sledge hammer advances or De Niro attempting the kind of fast talking sex talk; you feel desperation.
The fun of sex is the entire point of the raunchy, goofy Dirty Grandpa. You have to be humorless (and sex-averse) to be offended by its deliberate naughtiness as so many critics have demonstrated.
Nothing is rendered in a particularly funny or novel way - it's just crude, shocking statements. Therefore, the film isn't actually offensive because it's trying so hard to be and failing miserably.
A burlesque like Dirty Grandpa means to "liberate the oppressed" and does so in a low-comedy way. Ignore the bluenose critics who sharpened their dentures on this movie; ironically, they're the same fools who swallow drivel like The Hunger Games.
Equal parts bad and baffling, it seems to have been written and directed by alien life forms who read YouTube comment sections for a week and drew these conclusions about human behavior.
"Dirty Grandpa" is like watching a friend's mediocre improv troupe do an extended spring-break sketch. And your friend just happens to be Robert De Niro.
The un-ironic title is like a spray-painted graffiti sign warning everyone to stay away from this sewage-swilling clogged cesspit masquerading as a movie.
