Every town has its mythologies. In the sprawling, sun-scorched suburbs of Mesa, Arizona, our mythology was not a ghost or a cryptid, but three boys and a clunky VHS camcorder.
That video, titled simply “The Kings of Summer,” was the last one they ever made. High school came, scattering them into different crowds, different lives. The forum shut down. The camera stayed dead. The Kings of Summer Videos
Leo, Finn, and Marcus didn’t want to tell stories. They wanted to archive freedom. Every town has its mythologies
It was late July. The heat was a physical weight. Boredom had set in deep. Leo, now wielding a slightly-less-broken Hi8 camera, suggested they build a raft. sun-scorched suburbs of Mesa