The boisterousness of the
film's finale, with its
sieges and rescues, its lightning bolts and flash floods, relieves what would otherwise be an almost unbearably sad evocation of what is least preservable about youthful experience: not so much the loss of that «innocence» that is such a hackneyed motif of modern American culture (and for which summer camps have always been a favored location) but the awakening of the first radiance of mature intelligence in a world liable to be indifferent or hostile to it, an intelligence that can
conceive everything and realize only the tiniest fragment of it.