This feels like two movies stitched together - halfway it just changes direction completely. I was left somewhat confused. That said, it is quite touching and I like what it says - if only the editing was a bit more ruthless. It ends up feeling too drawn out, what a pity.
A superb bildungsroman movie that could be a French Canadian version of a Hanif Kureishi story complete with Bowie, bisexuality and brothers, a father, a mother, some religious mysticism, some magic realism and some Freud, all tied together by a broken record of Crazy by Patsy Cline.