Camp was one of the best-worst movies I've seen in a while. It was really really terrible in that the plot faded in and out, characters came and went, and the adults were either non-entities or hearless assholes, but there were some GREAT moments.

I mean, any movie that involves a lot of Sondheim worship has to be good. Also a SONDHEIM CAMEO???!!!!! I gasped. I screamed. I nearly cried.

One of my favorite parts?

Vlad (the token straight boy, gesturing at a photo): Is that your father?

Michael (who went to his junior prom in drag): No! It's Stephen Sondheim!

Vlad: Who's that?

but the best scenes can not be described, they must be experienced. It is simply enough to say that they involve "Ladies Who Lunch", being poisoned with bleach, Dreamgirls, and...well, pretty much anything that was sung or danced was great.

Go. See it.

but make sure you go with people who won't mind when you say things like "no he did NOT!" loudly at the screen.
- posted by Heidi @ 3:17 PM