Zach Clark’s ode to curing cluelessness is as adorable as it is thorny. Addison Timlin (heart-stealing, never better) burrows into her past life to find the brother cut adrift from his identity. History and family is thrown on like a costume to draw out the forgotten identity, itself covered in the costume of agony, of a destroyed self. How a film this resolutely tiny can feel so huge, so timeless, is a testament to the intelligence at work.
January 14, 2017