Please don't read this unless you've seen the movie
I'm thoroughly ambiguous about this film. On the one hand, McElwee's solipsitic, obsessive and wobbly camera invasions of his family and life left me nauseous and claustrophobic for greater meaning. (Yes, Ross, if the needle in the vein left you sick to your stomach, how do you think it left we viewers?) However, once he left his own fruitless and dimwitted search for meaning among his personal fears and submission to the mindless pull of family and started concentrating on his friend Charleen and the family's longtime housekeeper and her family, the movie became a relevation and even moved me to tears and laughter.
In short, I went through a lot of pain and suffering with the filmmaker to arrive at joy, happiness and spirtual renewal with him. Though McElwee seemed as clueless at the end as to why he suffered, I was clear about his story.
If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.
~ L. Tolstoy