80 for Brady

Far from a touchdown. We can do better for our icons than this.

A children’s film for pensioners, 80 For Brady is an absurd, silly mess. But in spite of itself — and thanks to the warm, genuine chemistry of its legendary leading ladies — it is sweet, and difficult to truly begrudge.

The film, alas, is wall-to-wall product placement, with NFL sequences, NFL players (Rob Gronkowski, anyone?) and NFL locations swamping the threadbare narrative.

It could have been one more late-career hurrah by Fonda and her fellow screen greats. Instead, 80 For Brady flubs the touchdown.

I can't believe this movie exists... I felt really embarrassed a lot of the time for these women.

Between them, there's so many Oscars, Emmys, Grammys and Tonys -- don't they deserve better than this movie?

Instead of bothering to craft any decent jokes, the scriptwriters rely on the concept of old people getting out of the house being inherently hilarious.

You needn’t be an American football fan to enjoy Kyle Marvin’s film, but its general cheesiness and lack of surprises — flaws only mildly alleviated by the stars’ high spirits — are pretty good reasons to exercise caution.

It’s tame, like really tame, with a distinct 80s screwball comedy feel. The comedy is cringe-worthy but wholesome, and we laugh with the foibles, not at them.

The high-powered leads are uniformly terrific, with spiky Tomlin sailing through the emotional material and Fonda having fun with her character's second career as a saucy fan-fiction author.