Showing posts with label Sleepaway Camp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sleepaway Camp. Show all posts

Thursday, January 28, 2010

The Fashion Sense, or Lack Thereof, of the Male Characters in Sleepaway Camp

When re-watching Sleepaway Camp for the first time in a long time, I began to notice a pattern. Not a pattern showing how the killer chose his/her victims, or even clues found in the numerous red hearings pointing to who the killer actually is in this 1983 Slasher cult classic. Nope, this was a pattern that included the outfits that many of the film’s male character’s picked out for their summer of fun in the sun.

Sometimes known as booty shorts, daisy dukes, short-shorts, hot pants, jorts (if they’re made of jean, that is), and why the hell is that man wearing those, slut cuts are a brand of short pants that exceed the legal limits of short and cross over into a realm of excessive inner thigh and possible pube sightings. I’m not here to judge these male characters for their odd choices in attire…instead, I am here to celebrate their decision to avoid tan lines, respect, and ambiguity as to how big their plunger is.

Here is an in-depth look, at the semi-nude, butt-cut boys of summer.


“Daddy, that girl’s bikini bottom cover’s more ground than your shorts!”

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“Ehh…whatevs.”

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“What time should I realize I’m wearing these shorts?!”

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“Man, your legs are really looking righteous this summer!”

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“Nice to see some of us got the new uniform memo…”

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A meeting of the thighs

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I think we may have found Snooki’s long lost father

(I actually don’t know if he was lost, so much as he probably ran away!)

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Who wears a half-shirt over a sweater?

(I know he’s the same guy, but he is beyond just one photo!)

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“HEY! I wanna be the catcher!”

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“Bet ya guys can’t get my blue shorts wet! Ha ha ha ha! ”

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Them some sexy legs, huh?! But no one in Sleepaway Camp quite has the stem presence like camp consoler Ronnie (Paul DeAngelo), who with his always poking pecker, brings a whole new meaning to the term, less is more.


Ronnie: A God amongst men. Or tennis players in the 80’s

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“Hey honey, you’re looking kinda wolfie down there. I got an extra bottle of Nair in the back if your up for a session?”

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Ronnie’s version of Capri pants

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“You have the right to remain…really hot in those shorts! What gym do you go to?!?”

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There ya have it…just a small handful of the impressive wardrobe choices found in Sleepaway Camp. All worn with pride. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna hit the gym so I can do some squats and get ready for summer. Ladies, get ready to take a ride on the thighway when I hit up the beach this year.

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