Before I even type a single word to describe this film, my mother’s voice is already in my head quoting entire scenes. This is a Scott family classic – so well-worn in its jokes that the whole movie doesn’t read as funny to me anymore so much as it just IS. I’ve never lived in a world without Chevy Chase getting his sap-sticky hand caught in Beverly D’Angelo’s hair; without Randy Quaid telling Chase to get himself something “really nice”; without the Jelly of the Month club. Obviously the folks at Sony’s Box Office Bonkers, aka Alamo Drafthouse, also feel the same, because they’ve programmed screenings across December where you’ll not only watch this movie, but you’ll also be given cheap plastic miscellanea to represent your loyal viewership. – James Scott
Through Dec. 23
