In the summer of 2001, the film critic Roger Ebert wrote a scathing film review in song form, with lyrics set to the tune of a classic song about summer camp. “Hello muddah, hello fadduh / Here I am at Wet Hot American Summah,” it began. The review proceeded to mock the film Wet Hot American Summer in rhyme.
Twenty-five years later, the film’s director and co-writer, David Wain, joined several of its stars on the vast lawn of the Autry Museum in Los Angeles to sing the review to a crowd of thousands, many of them wearing Camp Firewood T-shirts and 80s-style sweat absorbers. The performance preceded an anniversary screening of what has become a cult classic.
