A sense of wistful nostalgia generated by Lindsay Buckingham’s iconic title tune playing under a series of amusing vacation photos faded along with the opening credits. Two newbies, John Francis Daley and Jonathan M. Goldstein, take a vacation from filmmaking and drop a holiday load in this unwatchable remake of what the oxymoronic with long-term memory loss call “a John Hughes ‘classic.’” Ed Helms is a God, but someone had best remind him there are better ways to choose scripts than “Eeny-meeny-miney-moe.” Remove the bodily function gags, pedophile pranks, children cursing, prosthetic penes, and endless barrage of close-ups, and there’d barely be enough footage left for a seven-minute short. Two original cast members return in eleventh-hour cameos: Beverly D’Angelo spent a week in the beauty parlor for what amounts to two minutes of screen time, while Chevy Chase, who stopped being funny around the time of the original’s release, appears to have swallowed Ms. D’Angelo whole. (2015) — Scott Marks
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