I sat through the first hour of this movie and I could watch no more. What you find out is his grandparents are slightly cuckoo and boring. His mother is really cuckoo which may or may not have been because her parents were abusive and that she received extremely harsh psychiatric treatment. The film maker is really narcissistic treating the viewer to long sections where he performs (when a young teenage boy) for the camera as some female with Southern affectation which I guess is based on some famous performer or something but which is really lost on me. His grandmother (and himself?) terms these mini performances "confessions" which I guess has some analogy to the film presented - is this his grown version of the "confessions" he performed earlier. I don't know because the first hour is not only harrowing but boring and emotionally un-involving. The real story is told using text which appears across the screen over images which I suppose relate but often unintelligibly. I would like to see this story but I would want to see it told with some honest humanity and not wrapped up in posturing and affectation.
