First-time writer-director John Fisher's How I Spent My Summer Vacation tells the story of a black college student (Ronreaco Lee) who experiences severe withdrawal pains following a tumultuous break-up with his girlfriend of two years (Deanna Davis). Shot on location in Atlanta by veteran cinematographer Charles Mills (Boyz N The Hood), it's an intelligent, winning romantic comedy that joins Christopher Cherot's flawed but worthwhile Hav Plenty in the pantheon of smart, black, funky romantic comedies that are unjustly ignored by a public that swarmed to wretched new-blaxploitation dreck (Woo, The Player's Club) rather than smart, perceptive independent films that can't afford the services of Tommy Davidson or one of the Wayans Brothers. Like Hav Plenty, Summer Vacation is the artistic progeny of Annie Hall by way of She's Gotta Have It, and like Annie Hall, it's at once deeply personal and surprisingly universal: The comic anguish Lee experiences following his break-up with Davis should strike a chord with those who have experienced minor existential crises following the dissolution of their first major relationship. Running a mere 73 minutes, How I Spent My Summer Vacation is a slight but thoroughly engaging little film that deserves the audience it failed to find during its brief, limited theatrical run.