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Another Ross McElwee home movie. This guy has spent most of his life with a camera lens pointed squarely at his own navel and periodically releases "films" taken from that footage. I guess he thinks others will share his fascination. Maybe they do.
He comes across as a nice guy...a bit wimpy perhaps but decent. This time he features footage of his son who has become a sullen, obnoxious 20 yo and dad laments that they are no longer pals. I wonder why. No I don't.
We also get to France to re-trace his adventurous years tooling around in a microbus, smoking pot and screwing an exciting French girl. But forty years on she's an old lady...dommage.
His career is a never-ending display of solipsism.
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