First of all, I think that the director never set foot in France before shooting this film because he accumulates stupid clichés. I burst out laughing when the couple's daughter looks at the postcards for sale at the campsite and there is one representing Queen Marie-Antoinette! What a joke! And then of course, there is a 2 CV (a very rare car in France contrary to the old cliché dating from the 60s) in a gas station whose manager speaks with a false southern accent, a "French" surfer who speaks with a Quebec accent (lol)... The rest is just as grotesque. The characters act without any logic and are all perfectly stupid. This film would be a real masterpiece if all this were done on purpose to turn it into a comedy entitled: « Morons unleashed in south of France can't use their cell phones to call the cops ». Unfortunately, it's not.
Review of Bon Voyage
