That's the pleasure of the uneven but enjoyable "Trip" movies, of which this is the third installment: For better or worse, it's almost like being at that table.
The mercurial nature of fame acts as an ideal metaphor for the fleeting and uncertain nature of life itself - all of which, in the masterful hands of Brydon, Coogan and Winterbottom, goes down more smoothly than a glass of Rioja.
Provided you're a fan of subdued dry wit, bittersweet views of males in middle age and wicked celebrity impressions, it's a perceptive trip you'll want to take.
It isn't as consistently funny as the first one, but feels leaner more focused than "Italy." And it's still pure pleasure to be a third wheel with Coogan and Brydon as they hit the road.
Coogan and Brydon ... begin to grate, and come off as obnoxious, both to themselves and to the patrons around them, who hopefully got comped for their meals.
