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Jean Cocteau once remarked that, when camera and film were as cheap as paper and pencils, film would become art. With dyspeptic tenacity, Donald MacGowan uses tension derived from the peripatetic juxtaposition of the familiar themes of coming of age, nuclear holocaust and snorkeling, and combining video clips of family vacation with overdubs of secular and holy music to weave a rich tapestry of haunting loss, alienation and desire for gelato. Initially accessible, the viewer soon finds themselves over their heads in the complex orchestration of multidimensional characters, shifting epistemologies and small tropical fish. Richard Feynman once famously said; "If you think you understand quantum physics, you really don't...". Wavy Gravy once recollected that: "If you remember the 60s, you weren't really there". Dr. MacGowan creates an arcane world of suspense, satiation and fear of attorneys that tempts our willing suspension of disbelief to hope that the sixties were not quantum mechanics and Jean Cocteau was wrong; cheap films (at least this one) are not art.