I'm all for bawdy, politically incorrect, wildly inappropriate humor -- when there are consistent and genuine laughs to be mined from the material.
You can't do much worse at the movies than Vacation.
There's so much dead air in the film that I wondered whether punchlines had been cleaved out to secure a PG-13 rating, but no: it's a hard, inexplicable R.
It's as if Daley and Goldstein started with a list of disgusting topics - outr� sex acts, human waste, pubic hair, projectile vomiting, cow cannibalism, et al. - and constructed a narrative around them.
Helms' Griswold is a dangerous, moronic maniac, and the filmmakers' disdain for him rubs off on the audience.
It holds on to the original's acrid cynicism for the first 40 minutes or so before turning predictable and bland. There are some real, nasty laughs to be had here, but they're front-loaded.
Vacation is lazy, idiotic, and gross - and I laughed my ass off at it.
It falls to Helms to carry the movie, and he's not quite up to it.
J. R. Jones