The character Pee-wee Herman could only be described as an 8-year-old kid pretending to be a 5-year-old kid, who in reality is a 64-year-old man named Paul Reubens in makeup screaming and wearing a gray suit that’s too small.

This movie wasn’t Pee-wee’s first rodeo. He’s done two other big movies; Pee-wee’s Big Adventure, where goes on a search for his bicycle at the Alamo after it gets stolen by some other gross man-child, and Big-Top Pee-Wee, where the townsfolk hate him and a tornado drops a circus in his backyard. Not to mention Pee-wee’s Playhouse, where the furniture talks and everybody screams because of a word-a-day calendar.

In “Pee-wee’s Big Holiday,” Pee-wee lives in a small town, Fairville, where everybody knows his name. They leave him to do whatever; some even let him drive a teensy car through their houses to snag some of their breakfast.

One day while Pee-wee is making toast in a diner, Joe Manganiello from “Magic Mike” shows up and name-drops himself, and then Pee-wee makes him the best darn milkshake on this side of the Mississippi. Joe and Pee-wee bond over gross hard candies and a scale model of town.

Joe Manganiello tells Pee-wee that there’s a big world outside Fairville and that he needs to live a little. Joe invites Pee-wee to his birthday party in New York after Pee-wee has to drive across the country because flying there would make him a dumb idiot.

Later Pee-wee messes with the Amish, meets a woodsman with daddy-issues, falls down a well, and hallucinates himself as the devil. It may be a decent movie, but it was off-putting, and I could see Pee-wee’s make-up caked on. I give it a secret 6 out of 10. I’d watch it, but I wouldn’t tell anyone that I did.