A repetitive, shocking, tragic story of self-destruction brought on by societal ideals of masculinity in a film that’s trying too hard to be provocative.
A repetitive, shocking, tragic story of self-destruction brought on by societal ideals of masculinity in a film that’s trying too hard to be provocative.
This preachy documentary is dry and educational to a fault, and the heavy use of Zoom footage gives it a disconnected feel overall.
The film tries way too hard, often forcing eccentricity and a sense of whimsy where both really are unnecessary. It’s still a crowd-pleaser, though.
Perfectly cast, beautifully written, acted, shot, and edited, this quiet and thoughtful film is a rare gem of indie cinema.
A vibrant, sassy, and smart film about the way our relationship with our families can not only shape and define us, but also tear us apart.
Equating emasculation with empowerment, the film sends a dangerous message that women can’t be powerful unless men aren’t. It’s dated and sexist rather than smart and provocative.