Hunter is one of those tough grannies who cuss and drink and prefer to go by “The G,” rather than Grandma. In fact, she is the original tough granny. There is also talk she has money squirreled away somewhere, which is why scummy Rivera petitioned the court to become her guardian. That is all part of his business model, bleeding seniors dry and then disposing of them. There was no reason for it because the G remains sharp as a tack and she received regular visits from her adoring granddaughter Emma.
Maybe the G has money hidden somewhere, but Rivera cannot find it. If she does, some of it probably came from her early life, which he did not do his proper due diligence on. Originally, the G hailed from a crime-family of cowboy gangsters in Texas, who send an enforcer to her unspecified depressed industrial town to help set things right. Emma is not taking matters lying down either, but she maybe stirs the pot a little too much.
The G is gritty as heck and lethally effective. It is also an alarming cautionary tale that anyone over fifty-five years of ages should pay close attention to. Such viewers who ignore Rivera’s abuse of the legal system, do so at their own peril. Nor should they simply dismiss him as a “white collar” criminal. State agencies could commit similar injustices, but with even less legal resistance.
This film is not fooling around. It demands your attention and delivers the cathartic satisfaction in spades. The retribution is served ice-cold, of course. Very highly recommended, The G opens today (6/27) in New York, at the Cinema Village.
