Ah, precocious kids: will they ever not have movies made about them? Jesus Henry Christ ups the ante by having not one, but two self-proclaimed "freaks" in it, as it tells the story of a boy genius in search of the sperm donor who is his biological father. Toni Collette and Michael Sheen are at least generally enjoyable in their projects, and the film looks like it might have a degree of indie dramedy credence to it, even if it is from the writer/director of the long-delayed flop Fireflies In The Garden. I'm guessing that after a long period of awkwardness and misunderstandings, and perhaps even a genuine crisis near the end of the film, an attitude of bonhomie or perhaps even love might develop between the members of this decidedly non-nuclear family unit.
Just a guess.