I don’t know what 2026 is trying to tell me about summer camps, but I feel like I need to go to one. I did as a kid, but apparently there’s some strong cosmic force pulling me back toward summer camp, considering Tiny Fugitives is now the fifth film I’ve seen this year that takes place at one, following Camp, Camp Rock 3, The Floaters, and Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma. The first was a decent horror-tinged adventure about acceptance mixed with a little bit of The Craft. The second was the unfortunate third film in Disney’s long-running … Continue reading Going In Blind: Tiny Fugitives