This Canadian film from 1992 fits into the category of "my strange childhood"; but it is told in a gleeful and freewheeling style ensuring that its best scenes will bounce around the cranium when most coming-of-age tales fade. The film begins with our young protagonist's insistence that he is an Italian via a giant tomato from Sicily which has impregnated his mother, a grotesque but poetic idea that fits the film's style to a T. Writer-director Jean-Claude Lauzon's film seems to exist in a time all its own.
Source: guardian.co.uk
