Through It Came From Kuchar, George comes off as the outgoing one, a mushy-voiced monologist; Mike is more serious and obscure, though their twindom is obvious when Kroot cuts between them separately recounting the same anecdotes, almost verbatim. A picture of unhappy home life emerges in George's unbegrudging tour of the family photo album, from which all the pictures of an Auntone of Dad's apparently numerous extracurricular activitieshave been scrupulously ripped out. There are some difficult images, shot by George, of their ninetysomething mother's 2007 wake. I was disappointed when the film pulled away from these glimpses of grim intimacy: "It could've been another Crumb!," I told the Kuchar diehard that I watched it with, who responded: "Do you really want to see that?" Which is a valid pointthe pathos of the Kuchars is most eloquent when it seems like a joke.