Al is a guy from Los Angeles and he has a problem. Al has a duck on his head. It is just a soft toy that sticks to his (almost) bald noddle, but apparently it is the source of Al's life-long torment. Now, for the first time, he shares his story with a strange, fossilized psychiatrist, who is as weird as the rest of this film.
His childhood - a misery, with his mum (played by a skinny black dude) and his dad (played by a teen) being nervous wrecks, because they try to protect their sun from the terrible truth. Yes, the duck.
I've seen this flic at the Underground film festival in Berlin quite a while ago and was perfectly entertained, really. But even more entertaining was to watch and hear the crowd debating. About the psychological background of the main character. About the relevance of suppressing your true being. About how to face reality.
Sorry, audience, this is all bulls**t. I have no idea what this film is actually about, it is incredibly hilarious and very entertaining, but I bet it has NOTHING to mean at all. It is all a big hoax, with the director pulling the audience's leg. I also bet he was around after the screening, among the audience, and laughed his butt off, what elderly woman had to say about the "rich structure of the underlying expression" (I've heard that!).
It is great fun. Just go and watch it, if you can get hold of it. And don't try to search for meaning.
