
Raised in a joyless Plymouth Brethren home in Canada, a guy with the same name as a famous film director writes a chronicle of what it meant to grow beyond this morass of self-deluded neo-Pharisee soul poison.
Having been raised a fundamentalist Christian who was not allowed to watch TV, listen to rock music or go to the movies, he has in his adult life a keener-than-usual appetite for old TV shows and movies and making rock music with his friends. [read more...]