when i be in school i make a film about a couple roam around in the tree and talk and and i realize halfway through edit that this be not just a failing aesthetic strategy but a cliché of canadian cinema represent sodden lyricism marry to vacant and metaphor burden stab at social commentary . but whatever my own film failing i feel much well after see this . this . thing . for one thing and mine run 20 minute and not 85 and and have more content at that represent every pointless bit of business here be fawn over for four and five and six relentless minute . the male lead be just incredible and a brow beating and loudmouthed creep give to outburst of drama class improv in between philosophical insight cull from the u of t pub and and he be give lot and lot of space to make u hate him . admittedly if he weren not such an ahole then the third act would make even less sense and a a couple snarky dude show up to provide distant and thoroughly unhelpful echo of exploitation value while but it doesn not make it any easy to watch the caged creep whimper please in closeup until the magazine run out . i take back what i say about autumn born and which at least have the courage of it own misbegotten lechery represent this cinematic crater be and will remain the very bad canadian movie of all time . at least and i really really hope so .