Dear Adam:
That shit with the Foxy Grandma? Cut it out. You know what I'm talking about.
It's not just you, I know -- I'm addressing all filmmakers who employ the Foxy Grandma device (David E. Kelley has apparently resurrected Betty White for the sole purpose of being his own personal Foxy Grandma), but I'm singling you out because you're the worst offender, by far -- I'm speaking, of course, about the Rappin' Grandma in The Wedding Singer.
Seriously, dude: Not Funny. Not even a little bit.
And I'll tell you why.
Because Ruth Gordon died in 1985, and the role died with her. She was a beautiful woman whose spirit shone through in every part she played -- whether in My Bodyguard, Every Which Way But Loose, Kojak or The Love Boat -- and it's wrong of you to perpetuate this sad, pathetic stereotype in the interest of a cheap laugh.
I'm going to stop now, before I go all Harold and Maude on you. Stop mocking Ruth Gordon's memory, and leave the Foxy Grandma thing alone.
Thank you.
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