Starring a cast of all-singing, all-dancing unknowns, Todd Graff’s Camp is a deceptively strange species of film, a kind of indie meta-musical, its stock plot devices and WB-level characterizations redeemed by an affectionate, penetrating glimpse into its charming and cultish milieu.

You can read the complete version of this article in the July/August 2003 print edition of Film Comment.