"After that, I never ate fishsticks again."
Bad Grandpa changes the usual Jackass formula with a through road-trip narrative that works surprisingly well and with consequently tighter and shorter pranks than the sketch-based previous films and with a notably higher hits-to-misses ratio. More mildly offensive than outrageously shocking this time out, the pairing of the grandpa and his grandson give the film a curiously innocent charm amongst the expected profanities, bad taste and bodily fluids jokes, with the public's astounded reactions more as a consequence of the surreality of situations that are presented. Of the many highlights, the stripper night, the adjustable bed, the malfunctioning ride and the diner scenes are all priceless, but the glue that holds is all together is the immensely enjoyable relationship created between Knoxville's grandpa character and young Jackson Nicoll as his grandson Billy. Bad Grandpa is hardly high art, but it is enormous fun.
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