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10:11 pm - August 16, 2003
So the film is sold and written about in the press as a depiction of this camp for misfits, gays and drag queens. So much of the hype revolves around the sheer queerness of the kids and their desire to dedicate their summer to a grueling schedule of musical theater. The cast, in proportion, is more diverse than most casts, and with a few exceptions, they seem to be playing close to their ages (unlike shows like 90210h, I'm really 36!, and Saved by the Bell). If you are coming to see Camp for the music, you will not be disappointed. There are rousing renditions of songs from Fossie and Gospel at Colonnus and other shows. There is an asskicking diva moment in "The Ladies Who Lunch." These folks can sing like motherfuckers and totally have the musical theater thing down. No, the problem with this film is that it is so focused on the sexy-abbed straight guy amongst all the gay guys and fag hags that the movie really loses its way. Characters go undeveloped, story lines are undernourished and many of them seem to just be serving to show that these kids were actually at the camp so you aren't surprised later when they show up in one of the numbers. The hetero boy thing is just irritating though. Finally, here comes a movie about the freaks, the queers, the effeminate, gay, Sondheim-worshipping fancy boys and the drama girls who love them and their own inner divas, and 75% of the movie follows the straight guy whose name is Vlad (even the name makes you think he is going to be throwing a spear). Shit. I do not begrudge the actor, Daniel Letterle, or the character his storyline. His performance is serviceable and at times very strong (he has a wonderful voice) if not lacking due to the uber-predictable script. And yes, in a boy-band dude turns Dave Matthews singer-songwriter, I'm cut like a diamond kind of way, he is pretty to look at. But his story could definitely have been whittled down a bit so we can actually spend time with some of the other folks at the Camp who seem thrown in like pinches of this and that. All the romantic attention in the film is reserved for Vlad, the hetero hero whose charm is shoved down our throats at every turn. I picture the notes saying that Vlad just drips with honey-sweet testosterone and his character description says that he can just bat a sexy eye and the boys and girls will cum in their pants. I just spent the whole time wondering if any of the gay guys were going to get a kiss or some screen time without the Vladinator near by. The talented drag queen Michael, played very well by Robin De Jesus with a light, loving touch, is constantly focused on the I-am-in-the-second-string-tour-of-Dawson's-Creek Vlad. We are told over and over that basically Michael wants to fuck Vlad in half. He eyes the chest, he eyes the bulge, he eyes the ass. A friendship is built, but we left wondering why Michael didn't get at least a kiss or some mutual satisfaction with any of the 525,600 gay guys that were there. A refreshingly out, campy, and just as attractive Spitzer (played by Vince Rimoldi) seems like an apt character to have a kiss or a little backstage action with Michael -- or any of the other dancer/actor/models who seem to populate the dance numbers. But there is nothing. Romance, even Precious Moments wide-eyed summer camp romance is reserved for the hetero, and therefore safe and fuckable Vlad and his string of lady-friends. I am not asking for Skinimax here people. But when you make a movie about musical theatre and summer camp, we expect that some of the gay guys are going to get some play. Instead, the Vladinator gets play all over the place and the gay men get Will Truman-ed out of the script. Fuck that. The other great crime here is the total underutilization of Tiffany Taylor (Jenna) and Sasha Allen (Dee). These women can sing and Taylor's performance alone is worth seeing the film for. Yes, it is built on a "fat girl kicks her shitty parents' ass for being such fuckers" cliche, but who cares-- she is a star and delivers a number that will be hard to forget. Queer bitterness and thin character lines aside, I liked this movie a lot. Joanna Chilcoat, playing the supposedly homely Ellen, gives a sound and thorough performance throughout. She is an accessible performer who is able to play the cliche script moments convincingly. I appreciated her efforts. So I do reccomend that people see this film. The fun moments are fun and much of the humor is cute and the "oh no she didn't moments" are equally satisfying. Look out for Anna Kendrick (Fritzi) both on Broadway and on film. Her performance is intense and her number is perhaps the best musical theater moment in an otherwise unbalanced movie.
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