Manic yet medicated, if this self-described ‘real big word slut’ is a filmmaker by trade, an equine satirist by birth, he’s also a seasoned storyteller: damaged by decades in advertising, disciplined by capitalism and its horrors, and being gay as the day is long all informed a sharp and singular cynicism credited to normative monoculture and the voices of Whitney Houston, Carrie Fisher, and Gladys Knight.