In 1975 a young Adam Rifkin commandeered his father’s super 8 camera and gradually turned his home in a quiet Chicago suburb into his own private backlot. His penchant for the gleefully irreverent was present long before he carved his own idiosyncratic path through the film industry, and this woozy, unblinking gaze at the American dream.
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