There is an appeal to Fred's love for his camp in this, one that we all can relate to, and one that is pretty amusing to watch in other people. We all have that beloved childhood place that we refuse to see in the eyes of reality, but rather choose to ONLY view through the lens of memory. Idealized memory.
The Camp that Fred takes the gang to is like that. Everyone else can see it's gone to seed but to Fred it's Shambala. And the humor really sticks the landing best when the camp is juxtaposed between Fred's eyes and everyone else's.
The appeal is great and the laughs are plentiful. The parody of, well, of camp rivalry movies from the '80s is almost too much for even your most stony faced friends.
The only problem is that yet again, it comes to a "meh" conclusion. Like sooooo many others with only a few rare exceptions, the ending just doesn't match the build-up.
The pay off is the yet again the journey and unfortunately not the destination.
The Camp that Fred takes the gang to is like that. Everyone else can see it's gone to seed but to Fred it's Shambala. And the humor really sticks the landing best when the camp is juxtaposed between Fred's eyes and everyone else's.
The appeal is great and the laughs are plentiful. The parody of, well, of camp rivalry movies from the '80s is almost too much for even your most stony faced friends.
The only problem is that yet again, it comes to a "meh" conclusion. Like sooooo many others with only a few rare exceptions, the ending just doesn't match the build-up.
The pay off is the yet again the journey and unfortunately not the destination.