I’m not going to write a traditional review of Kimberly Reed’s Prodigal Sons, for fear of revealing even the tiniest smidgen of information. Though it begins with a fascinating enough premise, by the 30-minute mark, Reed’s documentary has begun veering into directions that will make you pinch yourself to make sure you haven’t fallen asleep and begun to dream this story up. And from there, it goes even further. Instead, I will simply say this:
Do not read anything about Prodigal Sons. And do not miss it.
— Michael Tully