I can't really say that I cared for this all that much. It's a documentary about a gay man who was trying so hard not to be one and who spends three years dealing with a conversion therapist. As is well known, conversion therapy for gay men is not well accepted in almost any medical, therapeutic or scientific area. The young man here conflicted by his religious beliefs, and to me that is the primary source of where his pain and confusion comes from, destroys a friendship with the only person I saw in this film to make any sense at all. Most others in this seemed to be suffering due to his homosexuality and it seems to me that the difficulty of acceptance would have been a lot easier on everyone than dealing with his conversion therapy. The fact that the ending did not clearly answer any questions that I had was very annoying as were the therapist's comments about himself who admits that the homosexual part of him will never be completely gone, but he has learned how to have a life with a woman and is encouraging this young man to do the same knowing that that's not exactly where they're real and true desires lie. I don't see how that's fair to a wife. I'm all over the place on this, though I don't doubt the therapist's sincerity, but I have very mixed feelings on what I witnessed and I can't say I found it illuminating in any way and it did not budge my needle on my strong disapproval with this kind of therapy. I feel sort of sad for this young man, but I also question why he would want and/or agree to put this terribly personal major facet of his life on film.
Review of The Sunday Sessions
