I'm not sure if I can stretch this out to a full week of content, but yesterday's Empire Records post led to some real lively discussion in the comments, and one of the guilty pleasures offered up was Camp, which: YES, YES YES. I don't think I have the heart to call it a bad movie, but I certainly can't deny it's littered with flaws.
But this is a movie that rekindled my love affair with performing arts kids. That actually gave me my first real exposure to Stephen Sondheim (weirdest/most appropriate cameo ever). That reminded us all of the tyranny of cute straight boys.
Plus, in this age of Glee, who can't appreciate these musical performances that ride the line between "obviously amateur" and "heart-burstingly wonderful"? My favorite remains the underhanded triumph of evil gnome Fritzi.
Seriously, if Anna Kendrick gets nominated for an Oscar for Up in the Air, all us Camp fans can say we saw her first.
Most of the other performances are far more earnest, but it's not a guilty pleasure if it lets you feel all ironically superior. So bask in the drama-queer sentimentality!
The un-embeddable "How Shall I See You Through My Tears." A pox on un-embeddable videos!