Shortly after his wife's funeral, a man coerces his preppy grandson to act as wingman at a sleazy Florida resort. It's actually crasser than it sounds. If you're a fan of the growing subgenre of movies where Robert De Niro says the F word a hundred times, this one might be for you, and this website probably isn't.
Now that we got that out of the way, the real problem with this film is that it's the wrong message. What's the message? That it's okay for seventy-year-old men to lust after college girls. It wouldn't surprise me if I learned that the maker of Viagra had financed the film. Who else benefits from that message? The promoters of that decaying world. Relax, by "world" I didn't mean the United States as a whole, but the film industry, as a start.
And what's the right message? That ageing men who see their potency decline should be grateful to be freed from the shackles of their biology—that's a benediction. Now someone please go make that film. It actually has a chance of being funny, like anything that presents an uncomfortable truth.
(Last viewed: August 2018)