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Since when did depravity become entertainment? This film starts out kinky and descends into utter depravity. I'm no prude but I now know that I do have limits. If I were suicidal, I'd be looking for a way to off myself right now. I can't believe that the producers of this film felt anything other than total hatred for its intended audience. The Maltin book gave this movie three-and-one-half stars. I'm assuming that one star was for originality, a second for acting, a third for editing, and the half for holding the audience's attention long enough to be around for the extended slide into complete depravity and disgust. I feel like I need to take a shower. Please excuse me.

I saw this film as part of a month-long series of documentaries at my local public library. Throughout the film, I was struck by the seeming incredible luck that the director had in having access to so much timely and relevant Super 8 movie footage of the family in their younger days. That all became moot when, near the end of the closing film credits, it is revealed that every single member of the family in past and present was portrayed by an actor. In effect, it is not a true documentary at all but the very well written and directed retelling of someone else's family story. The audience at the viewing I attended had much the same reaction--thinking that we had just been taken for a very elaborate ride.