I think Barbara hit the nail on the head with this documentary. I grew up on Long Island, in Suffolk County, near the boonies of Patchogue as Neva called that area. The myth of "The Hamptons" is something you learn about from birth and this documentary captured every facet of it. Yes, there are festivals and restaurants and high culture in the Hamptons and the East End in general that were left out of the documentary. So were other things. When I take friends home to visit, we try to visit a vineyard or two. You didn't see any of those in the documentary, even though one of the biggest is in Southampton! The reason we saw what we did in this documentary is that the people making a bee-line for the Hamptons every Friday (causing the traffic jams) are more like the stereo-typical LI-male Josh and his friends than the more cultural oriented crowd, unfortunate but true. His shallow behavior was embarrassing. I hope America realizes that the majority of Gen-X males are NOT like him. But, I'm not here to pass judgment on him or the husband-hungry matrimonial lawyer whose name I can't remember.
Regardless, it's a right of passage for an 18 to 29 yr old to get a summer house in the Hamptons. I missed out on that by moving to PA after college. However, I identified most with Angela out of all the people in the documentary, so I probably didn't miss that much. It wouldn't have been my cup of tea. The times I did go out to the clubs it felt like an awful lot of money wasted. I've decided to save this tape and I'm going to watch it any time I get home sick. It highlights all things that I truly love about Long Island and everything I hate at the same time. It's a true dichotomy for me. You can take the girl out of Long Island, but you can't take Long Island out of the girl.
Bottom Line: Enjoy this film for what it is, not what you think it should have been.
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