Postulates a rather pointed theory that conversion therapy not only does not work, but those in charge of the proceedings are merely as troubled, conflicted and ignorant as the people they are attempting to recondition. I was not bored, and it is oddly poignant and authentic in its character dialogue and interplay, however, it is perhaps too faithful to its source novel, which, all in all, was rather weak in its attack of the very subject it was supposed to dissect, but maybe my interpretation of it was wholly incorrect?
In my cynical opinion, the far less pretentious and serious "But I'm A Cheerleader", in all of its schematic, offbeat indie weirdness and comical hi jinks, is far more biting, entertaining and ultimately, worthy of repeat viewings, whereas this film deserves to be seen, but only the once.