Youngest son dragged me over to the Colonial to see this flick last night. Frank, retired old codger, has grown children who worry about his health. Frank has been letting things go, like the dishes, hair cuts, picking up, housework in general. It's unattractive.
So the children buy Frank a household robot. It cleans and cooks and sweeps and urges Frank to eat healthy and go on low sodium diets and yadda yadda. Somehow Frank, wily old codger who used to be a cat burglar, talks the gullible robot into becoming his assistant on a few burglary jobs around the town. "Just to keep his hand in".
It's cute, and there are some good lines, but speaking as a guy approaching old codgerhood, I found it depressing. Frank is at end of life, alone, with nothing to do. His children are unattractive, deeply into trendy unproductivenesses, and no grandchildren. It's so bad that Frank develops a father-son relationship with the robot.
Depressing movie.
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