Wet Hot American Summer (2001)

Ok, so I know you're thinking that this is turning into a dude-bro blog, or at the very least a blog of a person who only watches movies one can find on basic cable. But I'm trying my best, people, so everybody chill. Watching Wet Hot American Summer and Wonder Boys in the same day doesn't mean that I am not about to watch some artsy fartsy Italian crap.

My main complaints are that there was too much yelling and way too much visible tongue while making out, not to mention problems with The Gaze. I know that the main motif in this movie is making out, but all that frenching and all that tongue really turns my stomach sometimes, you know? I blame Paul Rudd for all of this. After some deep soul searching and cinematic research, I've noticed that wherever Paul Rudd goes, the sloppy frenching follows. Let me expalin:

Example A.

Example B.

This is my first viewing of W.H.A.S., and because it has that dangerous nostalgia factor that it does, I did not love the movie at this point in my life. I know everyone is going to yell, because this movie is "awesome," but I just didn't love it. I decided to watch it because I've developed a crush on Michael Showalter and his crew, and if I suffered through The Ten, I most definitely was going to catch this. The cast was of course phenomenal, but that's not breaking news.

Most importantly, it was great to see Janeane Garofalo make out with David Hyde Pierce, with just the right amount of no tongue.

3/5 pizzas