My most anticipated movie of the summer is The Trip to Spain, the third film in my favorite ongoing franchise on the planet. Directed by Michael Winterbottom, and starring Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon as fearlessly unflattering fictional versions of themselves, The Trip series investigates middle-aged ennui (and the key to a great Michael Caine impression) better than just about any other movie I can think of. It all started with The Trip, continued in The Trip to Italy, and now resumes with this third installment.

While I haven’t seen The Trip to Spain yet, my colleague Erin Oliver Whitney has; their review calls it “a satisfying final dish to what’s been delightful three-course meal,” and generally makes it sound absolutely delightful (and incredibly depressing). Here’s the official plot synopsis:

After jaunts through northern England and Italy, Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon embark on another deliciously deadpan culinary road trip. This time around, the guys head to Spain to sample the best of the country’s gastronomic offerings in between rounds of their hilariously off-the-cuff banter. Over plates of pintxos and paella, the pair exchange barbs and their patented celebrity impressions, as well as more serious reflections on what it means to settle into middle age. As always, the locales are breathtaking, the cuisine to die for, and the humor delightfully devilish.

These films each began life as mini-series on the BBC which then get condensed into feature-length movies. I’d love to talk to their editors; they do an incredible job of making them feel like full films. (I’d also love to see the TV versions, something I haven’t done yet.) The Trip to Spain opens in theaters on August 11. Can you tell I’m excited? I’m excited.

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