Robert Ingraham got his start making home movies while passing time in the long shapeless days of midwestern homeschooling. Along with that free, untethered lifestyle came the paradoxically rigid structures of conservative religion. When you’re encouraged to explore your “God-given” creativity and plumb the depths of human experience, but at the same time your own personal experience is itself aggressively repressed, let’s just say it saddles you with a philosophical tension you can never quite shake. But you can laugh about it. Eventually. After a lot of therapy.