What could have been an extremely powerful film is lessened by the egotistical bent of the filmmaker. There's no doubt that director James Ronald Whitney (here also credited with music, screenplay, and editing, not to mention his frequent on screen appearances) has a disturbing story to tell, but his constant cries for attention become overwhelming. Besides appearing on screen facing the camera, he's the offscreen interviewer who confronts his brutish grandfather and is seen in copious Starsearch footage taken from his days as an amateur hoofer. Add in the footage of his mother relating his IQ score, and it all becomes a bit much, which is a shame. His family deserves better.
Review of Just, Melvin: Just Evil
