Review: Formulaic and frothy, ‘Summer Camp’ is the latest from a one-woman cottage industry
The Diane Keaton Industrial Complex is a fascinating and understudied media mini-phenomenon. Once or twice a year for the past six or so years, she anchors an ensemble comedy about the perils and pleasures of getting older, surrounded by a fabulous Oscar-worthy cast, in which she essentially plays “Diane Keaton,†a cartoonishly frazzled, over-dressed caricature of Diane Keaton. On the higher end, there’s “Book Club†(2018) and “Book Club: The Next Chapter†(2023), and then you have “Poms†(2019) about a group of friends who start a cheerleading squad at a retirement home, or “Mack & Rita†(2022), about a 30-year-old who magically wakes up as her 70-year-old self, and on and on.
Her performances in these films are harried repeats of her charming turn in Nancy Meyers’ “Something’s Gotta Give†(2003), but rather than being ensconced in a fabulous Hamptons manse, Keaton is usually being thrust into increasingly zany circumstances (e.g., a ropes course, beach yoga) to diminishing returns. It’s wonderful that she’s working and seems to be having fun, but the subgenre is such a strange curio that one has to take stock at a certain point. It’s like Keaton has assembled her own Adam Sandler-style movie camp, inviting her award-winning friends for an untaxing jaunt while giving the opportunity to a young female filmmaker to direct a feature film. It’s a fun idea, but it’s a shame about the cinematic results.
The latest of these ventures is “Summer Camp,†in which Kathy Bates, Alfre Woodard, Dennis Haysbert, Eugene Levy and Beverly D’Angelo have received their summons to report for duty, with Castille Landon as writer-director. Keaton plays workaholic widow Nora who is pressured into her 50-year camp reunion by her friend, the celebrity self-help guru Ginny Moon (Bates), alongside their pal, emergency room nurse Mary (Woodard).
You can probably guess that over the course of the weekend, these longtime camp friends are going to thrill at being back together and delight in their old crushes (Levy, wearing a stupefying sculpted hairpiece) before old resentments come rushing out. They’ll all do a bit of self-reflection and have an epiphany about their current stasis, and then proceed to the teary catharsis and a renewed approach to life.
There are sparks of insight that do emerge, before being doused by some prank or pratfal or, regretfully, a food fight (followed almost immediately by a pillow fight). Landon’s script touches on some topics and themes that could be interesting to explore in a different genre, like Ginny Moon’s manipulation of her friends through her self-help slogans, or Mary’s realization she’s trapped in a toxic marriage to an incompetent husband. In fact, only Woodard delivers an actual performance, not that it’s allowed to fully shine. Every time the film seems on the precipice of insight, Josh Peck scares a horse or Betsy Sodaro unleashes an unhinged ad-lib, and it’s back to wacky.
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Landon’s aesthetic is bright, flat, and colorful, marked by predictable rhythms and and overuse of popular pop songs intermingled with a standard-issue “whimsical comedy†score by Tom Howe. The most interesting design elements of these kinds of films are usually the wigs (Bates sports an orange bob here) as well as Keaton’s costumes. In “Summer Camp,†she wears her signature bowler hats and glasses and performs archery in a three-piece suit. In one of the film’s only legitimately (and unintentionally) funny jokes, Ginny Moon gives Nora a makeover and her new look is a full skirt paired with a crisp white Oxford and a giant belt, one of Keaton’s most iconic outfits going back to “Because I Said So†(2007), something real Keaton-heads would clock right away.
While there are pops of piquancy in Landon’s script, her direction and the performances (with the exception of Woodard) fail to inspire much more than a shrug. “Summer Camp†is only mildly interesting as another entry in the Keaton-verse.
Katie Walsh is a Tribune News Service film critic.
'Summer Camp'
Rating: PG-13, for sexual material, strong language and some underage smoking
Running time: 1 hour, 36 minutes
Playing: Now in wide release
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