Heaven, or the Wet Hot American Summer Set?
Forget Party Down and Arrested Development. After reading this oral history of the making of Wet Hot American Summer, I am throwing all my support behind a Wet Hot American Sequel. If only for the opportunity to drive up to the camp where it’s being filmed and participate in what sounds like the most fun couple weeks anyone has ever had anywhere. As Amy Poehler described it, “We were being given the chance to take one more shot at summer camp, only we were wiser, better drinkers, and more sexually experienced.”
Only read this article if you have the time and emotional stability to get really jealous and about all the random hookups, camp dances with sparklers and a DJ named Mr. Blue, and the time Janeane Garofalo’s dogs got Christopher Meloni’s bed so muddy that he angrily drove home to New York (I mean, you might not get jealous about that one, but it’s interesting anyway). I really do think the making of this movie is our generation’s Woodstock. I might tell my grandkids I was there so they respect me.