Fragmentation can be an artful method; it can also be the last refuge for someone who scarcely knows how to make a film. In the no-budget fantasia Wild Tigers I Have Known, the fragments are like a borrowed collage of gay coming-of-age tropes a boy wearing lipstick, or standing in a sunset field, accompanied by soporific I-wandered-lonely-as-a-cloud voice-over. The filmmaker, Cam Archer, seems to be trying for a mood of hazy self-pity, which he achieves just enough to make you wish he'd get over it.

