Hollywood screenwriter Randy Moore inherited a six-figure sum from his grandparents and decided to blow it on making a guerrilla film at Disneyland and Disney World, with actors and crew shooting scenes on the sly as they posed as park guests. Watching the end result, you may wish Moore had broken into Walt Disney Pictures and stolen a script too: this is largely a sitcom retread about a middle-aged pud (Roy Abramsohn) who learns that he’s lost his job and spends the rest of the day silently suffering through Disney World and the Epcot Center with his brackish wife, his daughter, and his snotty son. Moore wrings the surrealistic potential from the setting long before the movie limps to a close; it feels much like a theme park itself—really exciting at first, but then your senses are dulled, and eventually you just want to go.