Mark's film project was done. His youngest brother had shot, edited, and showed his family the final cut of his odd little movie.
Brad understood what Mark was trying to do. It may surprise people but Brad knew a little bit about movies; about "film", as his middle brother Randy would say. When Mark had screened his film for the Taylors, Al, Wilson, Heidi, and a few others, in the Taylor living room, Brad sat back and watched his family and friends engage in the dynamics he had come to expect. He had to listen to Randy go on and on about this or that film technique or about what choices he made in his role. Brad swore that he noticed even Mark getting tired of the perfectly pronounced French terms for set dressing or the references to Italian Neorealism directors that nobody had ever heard off. Randy played his role in the family and everyone expected it. Hell, everyone encouraged it! Randy was a smart kid who played "the smart kid".
Nobody asked Brad what he thought about the film — and that was perfectly fine. The irony was that while Mark's film was about Mark being pigeonholed by his family as a dark weirdo, Brad was reminded that the son who was least understood was the one left out of the conversation. Again, that's just fine. Brad loved his family and he didn't care that years ago they had labelled him as a stereotypical jock; in many ways he had earned it. In fact, Brad loved the unintended cover it created for him. Who was Brad Taylor? His family would say that he was a good-natured soccer star who had a penchant for belching and a distain for reading. Brad would say that he is more Randy than Randy and more Mark than Mark. He wasn't more Wilson than Wilson though because who the hell knows what that guy was actually about? Brad had seen a couple of odd things across that fence over the years. Anyway, perhaps most directly put, Brad Taylor was a true first born son. Brad Taylor was a young lion. And this young lion had something other than family expectations on his mind as he watched he and Randy's severed heads sit in a large wicker basket. Brad had caught wind that Timmy Follycastratio had been running his mouth about Brad's weirdo little brother. Maybe Mark could film a sequel where the character "Chad" comes back from the dead to kill the snakiest, phoniest tough guy at Lakeside High. Now that was a film Brad would love to talk about!