Just rewatched this classic after years, and wow—it still holds up! Steve Martin and John Candy are comedy gold together. The chaotic journey home for Thanksgiving had me laughing non-stop, but that unexpected emotional punch? Chef's kiss.

The infamous rental car scene with Edie McClurg lives rent-free in my brain ('You're messing with the wrong guy!'). Though heads-up: the unedited F-bomb tirade feels jarring by today's standards (R-rated in '87, PG-13 now).

Special shoutout to the Blu-ray extras—the John Candy tribute had me tearing up. That man was a national treasure. Pro tip: Mute the car rental scene if kids are around unless you want to explain creative swearing.

Perfect Thanksgiving tradition material. 5/5 would get stranded in Wichita again.