It's hell to be eight and share limelight with your little brother. Maybe there is a parallel hell for little boys with precious older sisters.

My grandfather had a movie camera but no imagination. He shot endless footage of us marching toward him. We were instructed to behave and most of his films are as dull as home movies can possibly get.

But occasionally, the personalities -- the mutual torment between brother and sister -- seep through.

This movie requires a Quicktime plug-in and just possibly might be incomprehensible on a slow modem. For slowest connection, try this. If you have a 56K modem, try this.

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