As the long holiday weekend looms, the to-do checklist stretches out in front of us: buy food, buy booze, attempt insanely complicated recipe that sounded so delicious in the Times, drink, toss recipe away half-finished and just make a goddamn ham, drink more, order a pizza because the ham couldn’t possibly take that long, drink more, fill up with pizza and go buy a Christmas tree, drink more, leave the Christmas tree half-decorated to deal with the ham we totally forgot about, spend the rest of the night in a drunken stupor trying to decide what the hell to watch on Netflix. Well, we can help with the very last item on that list; watch or queue our suggestions now by clicking the title link.
It wouldn’t be Thanksgiving if you didn’t queue up John Hughes’ 1987 road comedy, which has pretty much become the definitive movie for the holiday. The now-classic bits are numerous (I’ve always been partial to Steve Martin’s calm and reasonable conversation with a chirpy rental-car desk clerk), but it’s the more serious moments that have given the movie its staying power, from the early scene of John Candy deflecting Martin’s cruelty to the moving closing passages, where Martin realizes exactly what kind of man his traveling companion is. (via Netflix)