When Richard Enstone died, he left behind a box containing 89 rolls of Super 8 film from the 1980s. It would be difficult to imagine a more unusual archive of personal documentation. Some of the footage is conventional home movie subject matter handled in unremarkable style: a portrait of his mother, a parade, touristy bits taken on day trips to a variety of locales. But he also shot pages of his journal one frame at a time, as if with a spy camera, and recorded obfuscating sound tracks at different speeds on the second magnetic track available on Super 8 sound film. This short documentary reveals Enstone’s painful private paranoia but carefully balances that sensational material with a levelheaded (but not too probing) effort to understand him as a person. The result is all the more creepy for being fair and respectful.  TW