Prior to its screening, director Bruce McDonald, sporting a nifty cowboy hat, told the jam-packed house that half their ticket was a tab of acid. And, if they let it rest on their tongue now, then halfway through the film things should start making sense. Part of me wishes that were true, and part doesn't – McDonald's The Tracey Fragments (enjoying its World Premiere in Berlin, and chosen as the opening night film for the fest's Panorama section) is so warped and twisted, one definitely needs to be sober in order to accurately digest what's happening up on the screen. Based on the book by Maureen Medved, The Tracey Fragments travels inside the mind of Tracey Berkowitz (or, as she likes to call herself, "Tracey Zero-itz" or "40-Below Zero-itz"), played by the always-enjoyable Ellen Page, as she sets out on a misguided adventure to find her missing little brother ... who thinks he's a dog. Oh, and it gets weirder ...

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