As summer winds down and the kids go back to school, it
leaves us adults watching those back-to-school commercials with just a hint of
nostalgia. While none of us were ever big fans of our summer being over, having
to get back in the swing of going to bed early, getting up in the mornings, and
having teachers seat us in alphabetical order, there was always a bit of magic
about getting to pick out your lunch box for the year and deciding which
supercool notebook would hold all of your Blue Horse notebook paper. Not so
cool was the having to spend what felt like eternity in clothing stores, trying
on new clothing at always seemed to itch, and being lectured on how you had to
take care of that new pair of sneakers because “shoes don’t grow on trees.”
Even as a kid, I never understood the logic of that
statement. I mean, hell, I knew that shoes didn’t grow on trees, they were made
of rubber and cloth and had Chuck Taylor All-Star circles over the ankle bone.
Imagine my delight, years later, when I found out there WAS such a thing as a “shoe
tree,” and said as much when my mother broke out the quote again. I remember
distinctly piping up with, “If shoes don’t grow on trees, what is a shoe tree,
then?”
I don’t remember much after that, of course, but still…
Something else adults think back on is summer camps. Not the
“one week and done” camps like we have today, but those summer camps where they
picked you up in a bus on the last day of school, and you stayed gone for two
months. Pretty sure those camps were thought of as “summer vacation for
parents,” but…
One of my favorite “nobody has ever seen this” movies is
about such a camp. It’s called Indian Summer.

The group has grown up, though, from their days as campers.
Brothers Brad and Matthew Berman (Kevin Pollak and Vincent Spano) run a designer
cap company. Matthew is married to Kelly (Julie Warner), whom he met at camp.
Jennifer Morton (Elizabeth Perkins) is a successful attorney. Beth Warden (Diane
Lane) is a widow, grieving the recent death of her husband, who was also a
camper. Jamie Ross (Matt Craven) is a dot-com rich boy going through a mid-life
crisis, including a barely-into-her-twenties fiancée (Kimberly
Williams-Paisley). And Jack Belston (Bill Paxton, from our last movie) is a
tree-hugging hippee who was kicked out of camp long ago for reasons that are
still a little painful for everyone to remember.



It would have been very easy to let a movie like this slip
into mushy sentimentalism, one of those made-for-Lifetime or Hallmark movies
that just makes you want to lay on the sofa and pray for the commercial breaks
so you can maniacally flip through the channels to find ANYTHING else to watch.
But Binder-as-director has all of his ducks in a row here. There are, of course,
the flashbacks to the alumni when they were kids, and we see their tears, their
embarrassing moments, but Binder-as-writer has kept the script tight enough to
allow these moments to happen for exposition, then bracketed the scenes with some
comedy or a nice segue, and they fit right in. It’s very obvious that Binder
holds his memories dear to him – the movie is actually filmed at the real Camp
Tamakwa, the camp Binder (and Sam Raimi) attended for ten years as kids. The
character of "Unca Lou Handler" is based on the real man, Unca Lou Handler, who
founded and ran the camp. In fact, the multi-color sweater that Arkin wears as “Unca
Lou” actually belonged to the real Unca Lou. Binder wanted everything in this
movie to be as close to his memories as it could be. Here, give Tamakwa a look as it is today...
http://tamakwa.com/
http://tamakwa.com/
This is one of the rare times when an ensemble cast works as
just that – a well-blended ensemble. When the movie was originally released,
the trade papers compared it to other true ensemble movies like The Big Chill
and The Return of the Secaucus Seven. While Indian Summer did not achieve the
box-office or status of these films, it did earn quite a resurgence once it hit
home video and pay-tv markets, enough so that it has become a staple at
midnight movies and retro-movie palaces now.
Take a two-hour break from the hectic world, and relive your
childhood through the campers in Indian Summer. You will enjoy yourself, and,
maybe, just maybe, you will find some of that little kid inside you that our
insane world tends to bury. I’d be willing to bet you that, once you meet that
kid again, you won’t be so eager to let him or her get buried so fast again…
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