Okay, we start with some doofus talking about Shakespeare, and there's no hiding the fact that the people who made this flick are actually comparing their movie to goddamned fucking Shakespeare. Shakespeare, supposedly the greatest writer of all time. And this movie, which my cable guide gives two and a half stars. This isn't going to end well for anybody. The story's about two middle-aged nubs who are screwing around on each other, him with a young, mediocre coed, her with a young, homeless carpenter who just wanders into their house one day (no, not Jesus). Of course instead of this leading to something interesting, like a triple homicide, all four of these idiots decide to take a vacation together. Oh no, it's a farce. (Truth be told, I'm not even exactly sure what constitutes a "farce", but like pornography and a nice pair of tits, I know it when I see it.) That alone would be bad enough, but, god help us, this movie thinks it has something important to say too. Result: endless trite observations (Middle-aged people like classical music, young people prefer pop music. Who knew?), mixed with more low-brow jackassery passed off as "sophisticated wit" than a Frasier marathon. The whole thing made me want to puke in my ass. And get this- the theme song is called "Where Do You Catch the Bus for Tomorrow?" Are you fucking kidding me? How did such a ridiculous 1960s movie even get made in 1980? It's so fucking out of touch that I'm out of my head when it's not around. Screw this pile of crap. It sucks on ice.