Go Get Yourself Some Strange Ass. Please!
I don’t know that I’d call him my favorite comedic actor, exactly, but when he’s on, there’s nobody I’d rather watch on the big screen than Vince Vaughn. Give me 105 minutes of that rat-tat-tat-tat patter patter, and I’m a happy fucking man. I’m sick to goddamn death of nearly every line in Swingers, but I still get a huge kick out of Vince Vaughn delivering those lines. Same for Wedding Crashers.
Unfortunately, Vaughn very rarely gets material that suits his talents, and his last two films, Four Christmases and Fred Claus made me want to put my head in a wastebasket and run it repeatedly into a fire hydrant. Vaughn’s shtick only works on an R-rated level. Putting him in a family comedy is like putting an elephant in a tank full of Branch’s circus peanuts. That shit just gets caught in his trunk.
I’d like to hope that Couples Retreat is the kind of movie suited to Vaughn, especially given the ensemble involved: Jason Bateman, Jon Favreau, Kristen Bell, Ken Jeoung, Jean Reno, and Kristen Davis. But dear God no, it’s not. It’s lame-ass gendered humor delivered with all the zing of Miracle Whip left out in the sun. At least judging by the trailer, which is supposed to have all the best parts. God help this film, and God help Vince Vaughn’s career.