The Tracey Fragments

This movie is pretentious as all get out. The only thing it was able to force me to emote was anger. If that was the intent, well done director Bruce McDonald (Queer as Folk), you made me furious. Seriously, there’s nothing redemptive in this artsy-for-sake-of-being-artsy bullshit. The Tracey Fragments is filmed all ‘stream of consciousness’ with the screen constantly showing between one and 20 (by my count, at least) different... Read More