I sent this (completely absurd) email out to a couple friends this morning. Now that we all have our tickets I'm willing to share this totally not-at-all-secret screening info. I'm un-generous that way (Note: it's also playing there tonight.)
Are you ready to experience "THE ULTIMATE"!?
It was the end of July, 2001 - remember those hot, heady days, sticky with innocence and covered with a sweaty glow of retarded laughter? Little did we know, during that sultry "summer of the shark attacks" that our world would soon be turned upside down, and not by Representative Gary Condit or a shark. How could we know, as we sat in cold, nearly empty theaters around the country, memorizing lines and practicing our slow claps, looks of pure wonder and joy on our faces, that we were watching the embodiment of irony's last, death-rattly gasp before it was busted to bits by forces we did not, could not, still don't, understand?
Tomorrow night at midnight at Landmark Sunshine Theater on Houston Street, we can relive the glory of Wet Hot American Summer on the big screen, surrounded by other drunk comedy fans in the full theater that beautiful movie always deserved.
And if you pass this up, the next time I see you I'll say: "You taste like a burger. I don't like you anymore."
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