My Son Helen

Continuing with the trans bandwagon...

Let's make one thing clear...once upon a time in the not-so-distant past, there was a perplexing ethos (evidence of its existence - unfortunately - still survives today): just because it's gay, it's got to be good...what unadulterated drivel.

That same malfunctioning ethos has shifted into the recent splurge of trans films...any criticism is brandished 'transphobic' - what unadulterated drivel.

So...at the risk of being brandished...My Son Helen is utterly atrocious.

Finn, a 16 year old boy, goes on a school exchange to San Francisco...one year later, his poor father is met - at the airport - by Helen, his 'new' daughter. No warning...just a self-centred revelation and an expectation that life will trundle on just like before - in a skirt.

Further developments reveal that his dead wife...signed and forged his signature so that Finn could go on medication to stop the onset of puberty...in preparation for the operation, a minimum of two years away.

The deceit!!! This poor papa continually gets his faced whacked...

To off-set this maelstrom, a little comedy is introduced by way of a subplot...a series of internet dating encounters between the father and prospective partners...it just serves to make the film that little bit more intolerable.

The central (and key) performance is a badly-postured squirm...Jannik Schumann, obviously chosen for his pretty boy looks (hence, pretty girl) rather than his acting ability...that's a little too cruel - he does improve in the more dramatic scenes.

The film's failings lie squarely at the feet of an inept director...for failing to recognise a dire script...and, for lazy, haphazard direction.

Go watch Boy Meets Girl instead.

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