It's hard to speak unkindly of such an obviously heartfelt, well-intentioned and deeply personal effort as this one, the directing debut of lawyer and writer Herbert Beigel. But sometimes the truth is hard: It's a cliched, amateurish, badly acted excuse
for a coming-of-age picture. The year is 1958, and adolescent movie buff David Katz (Zachary Taylor) wants nothing less than to spend the summer at Orthodox Jewish Camp Ararat. He gets off on the wrong foot with bullying head counselor Chaim (Tad Marcoux), battles with bunkmate Paul (Kris Park)
and gets blamed for everything, including stealing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and throwing them in the lake. Consid...