This is film is a bad rip off of the iconic masterpiece of personal media assemblage "Tarnation" by Texas Queer filmmaker Jonathan Caouette.
Caouette's assembly of voice recordings, home films and art pieces are obviously what inspired Chris Crocker's lame video piece and is the very stolen essence of this far inferior film that HBO should be ashamed of leveraging. It is unoriginal, hollow and forced.
If you want to see a truly gut wrenching tale of growing up queer in the deep south, see Tarnation. A moving deeply personal portrait that won the longest standing ovation in the history of documentary at Cannes.
Caouette's assembly of voice recordings, home films and art pieces are obviously what inspired Chris Crocker's lame video piece and is the very stolen essence of this far inferior film that HBO should be ashamed of leveraging. It is unoriginal, hollow and forced.
If you want to see a truly gut wrenching tale of growing up queer in the deep south, see Tarnation. A moving deeply personal portrait that won the longest standing ovation in the history of documentary at Cannes.