Reese Witherspoon and Vince Vaughn? Bah, humbug.
FOUR CHRISTMASES (Seth Gordon). 88 minutes. Now playing. For venues and times, see Movies. Rating: N
Hey, remember how no one went to see Fred Claus last Christmas? Well, now Vince Vaughn's making us pay for that with another lame holiday comedy... and he's dragging Reese Witherspoon along for the ride.
Welcome to Four Christmases, which pairs the thickening chatterbox and the humourless squirt as self-involved San Francisco yuppies whose plans for a tropical getaway over the Christmas break are scuttled by fog.
They're both children of divorce, so to avoid familial stress every year they tell their folks they're going away on charitable missions when they're really jetting off to places like Bali and Fiji. But this time they're caught on camera at the airport, so they have to visit all four of their separate parents and attendant siblings before they can catch the next day's flight.
It's a whole chimneyful of wacky contrivances - and none of them is especially clever or comical. Produced by both stars but acted on autopilot, this is just a rehash of the Meet The Parents template of awkwardness and humiliation, with slumming pros like Robert Duvall, Sissy Spacek, Mary Steenburgen and Jon Voight phoning in their cameos.
When the funniest bit involves sympathetic vomiting, you know you've come to a very bad place.