In which a horndog widower (Robert De Niro) ropes his frequently mortified/constantly shirtless grandson (Zac Efron) into road-tripping to Daytona, leaving a trail of TMZ keywords in their wake. Danny Glover makes an appearance as a man named Stinky. Give the otherwise awful title points for honesty, at least, as the story never misses an opportunity for the disturbingly game De Niro to find new ways to debauch himself. Unfortunately, director Dan Mazer (a Sacha Baron Cohen cohort) has a nasty habit of walking back his film’s various offenses, usually by having a secondary character pipe up immediately after a punchline to point out just exactly how outrageous it is. Not a complete waste--the scenes with prospective love interest Aubrey Plaza have a genuine wobbly improv charge--but the constant apologizing keeps disrupting the promised downward spiral. No points for flinching.
By
Andrew Wright