Made when John Hughes kept the venom in his scripts all the way through. So much of it has the whiff of authenticity about cross-country family vacations – the crappy motels, squabbling kids, moronic relatives you have to visit, even the fantasy of the hot chick you meet cross country. Hughes really pushes the envelope here – the fate of Aunt Edna and her dog, the rustic relatives. A deserved classic.
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