Janeane Garofalo -- who we thought we would get tired of a few years ago, but whom we still love -- is perfectly suited for
a spoofy parody like "Wet Hot American Summer." The film's purpose is to mock the conventions of '80s "summer camp" movies, and Garofalo is the ultimate self-aware performer. When she spouts a cliché or does something trite, we know that SHE knows how lame it is. There's never any doubt it's a satire, which eliminates any possible awkwardness. Of course, there would be little doubt that "Wet Hot American Summer" is a satire even without Garofalo. Just a glance at the heavily feathered hairstyles or now-hideous fashions of 1981, brought to life vividly on the big screen, and we know they have GOT to be kidding. "Wet Hot American Summer" takes place over the course of one day: the last day at Camp Firewood, to be exact. As the camp radio announcer tells everyone at the film's outset, it's their last day to find love, if they haven't found it already.
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