When "Wet Hot American Summer" was released in theaters in July of 2001, the oddball comedy brought in just $295,000 at the box office — barely enough to buy a house in the suburbs, much less recoup its meager $1.8-million budget.
Not that anyone expected the oddball indie, set on a single day at a Jewish summer camp in 1981 and featuring a talking can of vegetables, to be a blockbuster. Written by David Wain and Michael Showalter, veterans of the NYU sketch-comedy troupe turned short-lived MTV show, "The State," it was always going to have a niche appeal.
More surprising, though, was the scathing response from the critics, who were baffled by the movie's intentional absurdity, willfully bad dialogue and skewed parody of raunchy '80s comedies like "Meatballs." Roger Ebert hated it so much he wrote his review in the form of alternate lyrics to the novelty hit "Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah": "Life's too short for cinematic torture," he declared.
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