When planning a new picture, we don't think of grown ups, and we don't think of children. But just of that fine, clean unspoiled spot down deep in every one of us that maybe the world has made us forget, and that maybe our pictures can help recall.
I'm not sure I fully understand the film. But I think I have had an idea of the surreal PTSD thing, the healing power of love and friendship, and Michael Jeter's greatness rather than weakness. BTW, his queer costume did catch my eye, but his pride in wearing it is way more arresting. Hurray for you, Michael!