Nudists across the country were happy to hear that Jennifer Aniston, this decade’s perennial girl-next-door , had visited a Florida naturist resort in preparation for her new film about a recession-battered New York couple’s road trip to a Georgia commune. We should have known what was coming: There are, after all, only so many laughs to be had from time-worn nudity-in-your face jokes and scatological humor. Poking fun at the beard-wearing, meat-abstaining neo-hippie hordes still living among us might have been fun, but in the hands of director David Wain (best known for several forgettable summer camp teen movies) for every joke that hits the mark there are a half dozen that don’t even merit a chuckle from the sparsely-filled theater audience.

The movie reported cost about $50 million to make and after a month it has returned only $17 million nationwide and $2 million in foreign grosses making the movie a bigger flop than the prosthetic penises on Wayne. (Yes, actor Joe Lo Truglio lets his extra-large prosthesis hang out is just not funny after the tenth joke about it.). Wanderlust screened in theaters for about two weeks, then quickly disappeared. No doubt Wanderlust will be available very soon on DVD.

Wayne, we learn, is a writer and winemaker who belongs to an “intentional community” called Elysium. Tucked off a rural road, Elysium was established decades earlier (Alan Alda wheelchairs in and out as one of the founders) and now is home to a group of men, women and children, many strumming guitars constantly. There’s a teepee in front, along with a kaleidoscopic bus evoking the flower-power days of 40+ years ago. Linda (Aniston) and George (Paul Rudd) stumble onto Elysium while looking for a bed-and-breakfast at the end of a long day driving. They go to sleep in 2012 only to wake in Woodstock heaven, as the script wrings as many jokes as possible out of the idea of organically grown food, skinny dipping, and sweet-smelling smoke. Initially leery, Linda and George soon succumb to the commune’s charms.

Aside from Wayne, there is little or no nudity except at a wine festival near the end of the movie. Apparently these are real nudist extras from a local park. Unfortunately, the nudists are used mostly for comic effect, as they all get up and run from a vehicle which is bearing down on them. This allows you to see every body part bounce in slow motion as they crun toward the screen.

This movie tries so very hard to remind us of similar “fish-out-of-water” screwball films from the Depression era (It Happened One Night, The Egg and I, etc.) but all it does is remind us that they had much better writers were in the 1930’s than they are now. Actors Aniston and Rudd try very hard to give Wanderlust some life, but the script by Ken Marino and Wain holds no surprises, no insights, and no reason to stick around to the predictable ending.

Even the movie title is not an accurate representation of the movie's content, as there is far more wander than lust. Rumor has it Aniston had second thoughts during post-production about the one scene where she goes top-free in support with other female protesters, and had her frontal scene cut and the other women’s chests pixelated.