It’s odd. . .I try to keep up with what indie movies are out there and what they’re about, and somehow I was completely wrong about this film. Maybe it’s just the way it was marketed. I, for some reason, thought this was a “Capturing the Friedmans”-esque collection of video about a young gay teen arguing with his family. It’s not. It is, basically, a collage of sounds and sights from a very specific and disturbing life. Jonathan Caouette suffers (so he says) from an odd disassociative syndrome wherein reality is like living a dream — where you are an observer, aware of your own behavior, yet powerless to stop it. And his mother is a friggin’ loon who sings about pumpkins. All I know is, when you have a lot of cool footage of people acting insane from the 80s and early 90s and mix it all together with trippy effects and great music (exec producers Gus Van Sant and John Cameron Mitchell no doubt aided in these post-production techniques) you come away with a wild, hazy tone poem. At 88 minutes, it still feels about 20 minutes too long and, alas, the instant this movie was over and the fog was lifted (this was last night, on Sundance channel, ending at 2 AM) I had some sort of weird “buyer’s remorse” feelings. Was that a load of shit? Would I have been better off reading? Or sleeping? But when I was in the film, I was in the film, so I’ll give it the benefit of the doubt. Lastly, hard to feel TOO sorry for young Caouetter — he’s an Adonis young man with an Adonis young boyfriend living in a duplex in Brooklyn with, so it would seem, no job.