Director Barry Sonnenfeld
gets that moment out of the way pretty early on, after a surprisingly promising
opening that puts Williams on the road with his wife (Cheryl Hines,
transporting her disapproving-wife shtick over from Curb Your Enthusiasm), and two kids (Josh
Hutcherson and sullen-faced soul singer Joanna "JoJo" Levesque) under the false
pretenses of a family vacation that's really an elaborate setup for Williams to
deliver a job-threatening presentation in Boulder, Colorado. Yes, it's another
overworked-dad-learns-not-to-neglect-his-kids movie, but it starts out a little
more nuanced than these things usually do, and even Williams appears determined
to rein in his manic impulses.
It doesn't last. Even
before the sewage incident, Sonnenfeld makes it clear that the comedy's going
to be as broad as possible. And after that moment, the gloves really come off.
Williams and his family spend much of the film avoiding a bus-dwelling,
country-music-loving, barbecue-happy family headed by Jeff Daniels and Kristin
Chenoweth. Trouble is, they're a much more likeable brood than the
protagonists. That's ultimately sort of the point, but it's easy to wish the
camera would wander off with them instead of sticking to the stars. At least
then viewers would be spared a desperate final act in which Williams first
drives, then bikes, through treacherous Rocky Mountain terrain, growing
sweatier with each scene.
It's one of the few
moments in RV that
suggests effort of any kind. Like all of Sonnenfeld's films, RV at least looks good–once
a cinematographer, always a cinematographer–but the gags couldn't be more
obvious if they involved the words "Knock knock." And apart from a funny turn
by Arrested Development's Will Arnett as Williams' evil boss, nobody appears to be
having a good time. And the feeling is infectious. When, late in the film,
Williams breaks out his decades-old b-boy routine, even the shit shower starts
to looks pretty good.
