Commencing with a crotch shot across the bow before launching into a rambunctious laundromat sex scene set to The Poppy Family’s "Where Evil Grows", Saint-Narcisse puts us on notice: Bruce LaBruce is going to take us for a ride.

It’s 1972 in Montreal and Dominic (Félix-Antoine Duval) sates his narcissism by snapping Polaroid selfies and gazing longingly at his own reflection. When he learns that his birth mother (Tania Kontoyanni) is still alive, he embarks on a quest to find her. Not only does he discover her living with another woman (Alexandra Petrachuk), he also learns that he has a twin brother Daniel (Duval, again) who’s serving as a whipping boy-toy for a particularly depraved priest (Andreas Apergis). Laying eyes on Daniel, Dominic can see the appeal.

LaBruce puts his own irreverent spin on the notion of self-discovery in this occasionally twincestuous tale of doppelgängers, doppelbängers and skewed family values. Bawdy yet affectionate, ribald yet resonant, this singular redemption tale will leave you reeling until the end credits roll.