Can I say that much like Fleetwood Mac, I was semi annoyed by and ignorant of the talent of Lily Tomlin throughout the 70’s and 80’s, UNTIL, I saw her incredibly nuanced portrait in Paul Weitz’s “Grandma”.
Next, let me rail on the ageism that is America. I asked two friends to go to this film and both reacted as if I had ask them to drink a bottle of Geritol. Hopefully you dear reader have taken care of yourself and are comfortable with your age. At 51, I’m hoping the half-time show just ended, with plenty of action yet to go.
At any rate, I widened my movie friend radius and my companion enjoyed the film as much as I did, in spite of his gender (male) and the movie’s story being 90% female.
I don’t want to say too much about this film, it’s that good, to just go and enjoy. Just some basics, Lily plays an unconventional Grandma and her f-bombed (though appropriately played and not gratuitous f-bombs) odyssey with her grand daughter felt real.
Please give Sam Elliott a Best Supporting Actor nomination right now, for one of the most emotionally complicated scenes I’ve ever seen in film.
Forget worrying about how square you are to see a movie named Grandma and just get there.
