I'd like to start this by saying Canadians don't make good Pentecostals. I'm also planning on spoiling the ending of the movie so read no further if you want to watch it and be totally surprised.
I very vaguely remember the true story. A young man woke up naked in an alley in Montreal with no recollection of who he was. After some time, he believed he was an American of British origin James Brighton. But actually, he was Matthew Honeycutt of Tennessee. After being confined to a psychiatric ward, he calls a gay hotline and gets rescued. His new gay friends help him get media attention but the search for his true identity went nowhere. Then, early one morning (or late one night, as the case may be), the Montreal Police came to his friend's apartment and arrested him. Matthew Honeycutt had been identified by family members in rural Tennessee.
Matthew Honeycutt's brother was a Penecostal minister. The story is left quite ambivalent about the veracity of Honeycutt's amnesia. Medical doctors, after performing tests, believed him to suffer a rare case of amnesia. When he is found, the real tracing the path to Montreal begins. We learn of the real James Brighton. "They talk as only stranger can. They fall in love as only strangers can."
I will end this with the observation that sometimes the truth is so painful that the only thing left, if we are forced to continue living, is to forget. Yet, if one can find the strength to integrate that which we cannot remember or refuse to remember, then we will then truly find the freedom to live.
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