Grandma's Boy

The sex, fart, and pot jokes come so fast and furious that a white flag seems the most appropriate response.

Hilarity fails to ensue in the workplace or at home, in spite of the late introduction of a fighting, driving monkey.

It's gross, it's cheesy, and it's baked beyond all reasonable limits, but this everything-and-the-kitchen-sink comic soufflé still manages to be goofily entertaining beyond all expectations.

If you're a video game geek and/or a stoner, Grandma's Boy isn't a comedy -- it's a documentary. For everyone else, it's an interminably flat, one-joke movie with admittedly a couple of decent laughs.

It's plenty stupid, often funny and occasionally pithy. That may add up to a movie you want to see, or it might add up to a movie that will make you ill.

[The film] does a very thorough job of reducing every recognizable member of the cast to probable career lows.

Absolutely dreadful and offensive comedy.

So filled with untapped laughs, potentially interesting sub-plots and fails in every single aspect in a mostly laughless stoner comedy.

Even if you aren't under the influence, you might find yourself chuckling at various points during the movie, if only in disbelief at some of the things the cast is asked to do.

Grandma's Boy isn't just a movie, it's a weapon of mass destruction. Audiences across the country should run for cover.