"There are two kinds of people in the world: people who swing and people who don't."
I mean, really, what are you doing if you're the latter? This film, its triumphant last 10 minutes and big band music are bloomin' euphoric!
Dirty Grandpa has drained my enthusiasm for film, for love, for life. For lack of any appropriate words, I feel "dirty" for having seen this - which is almost like suggesting it was a literal, transformative, immersive, meta experience where I got to feel as dirty as Robert De Niro. It wasn't. I'm just highly ashamed of myself.