Wet Hot American Summer
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I've been reading Bill Bryson's "A Short History of Nearly Everything," which ranges from the squirrelly mechanics of sub-atomic particles to emanations from the outer edge of our universe, and whole lot of things in between. The book describes how apparently contradictory conditions may exist simultaneously, which, coincidentally, exist in the viewer comments I found for this movie on IMDB. For me, watching this movie was throwing myself on the metaphorical cinematic hand grenade, sacrificing myself so others could live long, happy lives ignorant of the horror that is this film. I've seen a reference to it as an "underrated comedy," but calling it a comedy automatically overrates it. I could use the phrase "Execrable steaming dreck" and feel generous. Yet on the Internet Movie Data Base, viewers said they LIKED it! "Hilarious!" they said, heaping praise upon the very scenes I could barely hear over my own tormented screams. It's a metaphysical paradox; on one hand, a movie so heinous that I couldn't watch more than a few consecutive minutes, on the other, people who rave about it as if it was "Blazing Saddles!" That anyone could ENJOY this movie seems as unimaginable as microbes living thousands of feet underground, or reviving after centuries of dormancy, yet they do. It just demonstrates the incredibly complexity and wonder of our Universe. However, despite evidence that People Who Like This Movie supposedly exist, I can't quite accept it; it's too far outside my paradigm. Like the scientists who refused to acknowledge continental drift or Paula Abdul, I will deny that humans could actually enjoy this movie, and anyone who claims otherwise is a liar, a charlatan, or dangerously deluded, and should be forced to watch "Meatballs" until they recant.
I'm not recommending this film, but if you liked any of these movies, maybe you'll like this one:
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