It may be the weirdest narrative ever committed to hi-8 videotape, but if you can get past the stilted acting and dreamlike repetitions, The Hands of Dexter Pecan is a visually compelling little piece about a boy who becomes a tortured social outcast because he refuses to wash his hands. What's really interesting is how it was made: a strange hybrid of live performance and animation, it was captured in one take using only silhouettes, old-school overhead projectors, puppets and outlandish costumes, with the music played live as well. It's written and stars a funky artist I knew growing up named Jared Whitham. Dexter will always have a special place in my heart -- despite its flaws -- but what do you guys think? Is Jared a young David Lynch, or just wacked out on goofballs?