Review by trevormcarthur

I know that there is someone appropriate to recommend see this film to, I just wouldn't include friends among that list.

I shouldn't actually dismiss it outright, there were some good qualities to the film. It had a striking juxtaposition of visual images and sound; sometimes complimentary and sometimes contrasting. The use of split screen and other special effects did add interest, but the movie was ultimately personal in a bad way. Instead of drawing me more into the story it dwelt on personal issues and images way too long. Indulgent is the word I could use. He has every right to include every second he did, but he lost me along the way and I had the right to go to a film made for an audience. I was not offended by the homosexuality, but maybe if I were Gay I would have been a little more interested, or if I had come from as traumatic a childhood, or if the whole exposition had not relied on writing on the screen, or if...

Well, there are several things I could imagine that MIGHT have made me more interested in what should have been a compelling experimental documentary (the closest thing I can call it. But as it was, I sat there becoming more convinced I should have gone to see The Motorcycle Diaries, for which a trailer had played before this feature disappointing feature.

I am sure it will become a staple of gay film festivals and abnormal psychology classes, so you'll have a chance to see it again.