Your enjoyment of The Trip to Spain, the gentlest yet funniest installment in a trilogy of light comedies, will depend on your admiration for stars Rob Brydon and Steve Coogan, their bottomless well of impressions, the gorgeous vistas of Spain and watching a moveable feast trek across the Iberian landscape. For me, that's check, check, check and check.
Coogan and Brydon, who are again playing barely fictionalized versions of themselves, are the British version of The Odd Couple: They have a deep, albeit unspoken, affection for one another yet are at their wit's end when they're together. The purpose behind Brydon and Coogan's previous road trips—to Northern England in 2010 and to Italy in 2014—were rather incidental. This time around, Coogan is supposed to be writing a book and Bryden is supposed to be scratching out restaurant reviews for The New York Times. What really defines their trip is non-stop improvised banter between two of the funniest men in film. And their dueling impressions? Don't get them started—on second, thought, please do. There's Woody Allen, Marlon Brando, David Bowie, Robert DeNiro, Anthony Hopkins, Roger Moore, Michael Caine, Mick Jagger and Mick Jagger doing Michael Caine. Sprinkle in a little Spanish Inquisition humor and a bonus scene where the two men dress up as Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, and you'll be laughing until the waiter brings dessert.
Then, there is Spain itself. There couldn't be a better time for a "carta de amor" to the beautiful nation. Following the summer of tragedy and sorrow in Spain, this film is a reminder of why it is such a magical and important place, and it gave me more genuine laughter than any other movie this summer. I can't wait to see where Brydon and Coogan take us next.