This one-day movie begins (oddly enough) early in the morning, as both campers and counselors alike prepare for their final day at Camp Firewood in the all too memorable year of 1981. Harmlessly enough, the film opens with a wonderful look at Janeane Garofalo's dry wit, and after the first half hour, degenerates into a series of roll-on-the-floor-and-vomit-a-lot-because-it's-so-damn-funny vignettes which will make you ask for more. If you take yourself or comedy too seriously this movie is definitely not for you. If you're extremely concerned with continuity errors, poor cuts, and mismatched eye-lines then don't waste your time because all you'll do is complain. But then again, you probably don't laugh and smile as much as the rest of us wonderful wonderful people. Reminiscent of their earlier work on MTV's The State (1994), Wet Hot American Summer is a gem of the sketch comedy feature genre. As in their earlier work, Director/Writer David Wain and Writer Michael Showalter capture the bland repetition of reality and scrunch it together with the wonderful absurdity and punctured silliness that made Monty Python my hero's for life. Finally Life of Brian and Holy Grail have a new companion on my shelf of weekly-watched comedy... Wet Hot American Summer rules!
Review of Wet Hot American Summer
