Brendan Cameron I have just finished watching "I Shot My Love".Maybe I missed something but I was so thoroughly bored by this self indulgent sedative that I almost shot myself. Tomer says nothing of interest, and keeps himself well concealed behind his handy-cam in this one sided view of his life. And what a life! Dull, boring & uneventful gives way to something a bit more dull, boring & uneventful. And on and on it goes. It's so bloody uneventful I couldn't stop watching just in case something of some note could eventually be gleaned. It doesn't! Maybe Tomer's German lover did change his life but I couldn't pick it. His adoring mother puts up with the camera and strokes Tomer's ego throughout the film. The boyfriend attempts a little bit of homespun philosophy and strokes Tomer's ego throughout the film. That is it. The End. How does stuff like this make it's way out of Film School and a half decent film festival let alone be distributed anyone, anywhere? This is (hopefully) the last word in hand held auto-biographical home movies. Do not on any account waste time with this tedious drivel.