Me, My Stuff and I is a surprisingly funny multimedia presentation of one man's journey through childhood. The narrative is expressed through the accumulation of junk that performer Barry Smith has compulsively collected to preserve each moment of his life. The importance of collecting the cultural artefacts of old family movies and surgically removed body parts becomes darkly scintillating with the brilliance of Smith’s sardonic wit. With each downturn in his odyssey there is a thinly veiled critique of the mechanized processes of social life. There is finally now an excuse to hoard junk as Smith illustrates it may be a map to who we were, or at least how we choose to remember that person.  Smith is able to unabashedly display his most troubling and ridiculously embarrassing memories that most of us choose to bury rather than fondly recollect. After all, is a life undocumented really worth living?  Slideshows of Grandma’s road trip will never be the same after this quirky middle-finger-to-baby-books presentation.

Four out of five stars.