Whatever the true nature of Michael Showalter is, it’s kinda weird. Anyone catching the comic live at Chicago’s Pitchfork festival last year witnessed one those special moments when a performer, so broken down by the daily comings and goings of entertainment, just gave up. Admitting his set wasn’t going well and the fact that no one should have really been entertained by what was occurring around them, Showalter entered a relatively uncharted territory between performer and audience. It doesn’t rank up there with Orson Welles’ War of the Worlds
or anything, but there’s still a sense of someone getting fooled. Thing is, no one seems to care.
The 2001 Wet Hot American Summer has, somehow, become a cult favorite. The Showalter and David Wain feature, though, isn’t too much more than a tarted up eighties’ teen movie, replete with short shorts and ridiculous make out scenes. Through the entire effort, viewers got the sense that the actors were the joke as much as a part of it. Either way, people loved it, even if there wasn’t too much loot pulled in at the end of the day.