This was a lifelong project by a solipsistic richie who taught film at Harvard for years.
It's a multi-decade whine about how hard it is to be born into a rich family but to have no sense of purpose or direction. There was no limit to his self-pity.
For a student of film this work was very poorly done...filled with whip-pans, out of focus shots, nervous camera movement, etc. Some "friend" assembled this mess after his death in what was apparently intended as an homage but in fact ends up holding Rogers up to ridicule and everlasting contempt.
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