Oh my god, this film was excellent and I wish I could live in it. So sure, I was totally flying on shrooms but this film speaks to me in a voice of flowers. Claude the director totally handles the farcical nonsensical adventure aspects of this oeuvre with a deft touch heretofore unseen. It's Mr. Ed-meets-Platoon-meets-The Devil in Miss Jones, and that, is electrocuting. At one point, and I won't reveal too much, but at a certain point in the film you realize this isn't really about "Vacances" but we are all under-gifted and life is Vacances. Sure there is plenty to laugh at but there is so much truth and so much vacation that, in the end, you find yourself asking, "Are we people, or are we just geometry posing as walking meat?" I can't answer that for you because it would rob you of the rich wisdom that comes from your own filthy journey. One word of advice: Hide the hammers.
Review of Les sous-doués en vacances
