In what is only a series of conversations of varying degrees of frivolity, Winterbottom keeps the film moving. Amidst the banter is the blossoming and withering of Coogan’s personal and professional life, enough of a throughline to the bare minimum of plot to the proceedings. It’s hardly needed, as The Trip never lags or gets tiresome, keeping up its fly-on-the-wall feel for its entire runtime. Adapted from a TV series and edited into feature length, The Trip barely qualifies as a film but manages to be as entertaining as another trilogy that began at the same time, the X-Men prequel series. For a fraction of the cost, Winterbottom transports the viewer an equal or greater amount, and throws in an endlessly funny battle of the Michael Caine impressions. B+