Road to nowhere: the painfully unfunny Vacation

What can you say about a film whose opening joke involves a grown man falling face-first into the crotch of a ten-year-old boy?

Certainly not that it’s operating on any kind of intellectual level. Vacation‘s jokes avoid the brain entirely and make their play directly for the gut, or parts even further south. It has no interest in impressing with its wit, although wit would have struggled to find space to breathe anyway in a script crowded with the comedy writer’s trusty old companion: the projective vomit.

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