“My Sunshine” is a beautiful film. There’s more below the surface, but writer/director Hiroshi Okuyama doesn’t spell it out.

The story touches on grief, sexuality and male loneliness, but writer-director James Sweeney does those themes short shrift.

It’s a good thing the story is true, because, sadly, this triumph over toxic masculinity would beggar belief if presented as fiction.

For all this movie’s missed opportunities, it remains a watchable, often engaging movie about a guy who decided to make his own luck.

Would this film ever have been made if it was about homely people in Rochester, Minnesota?

The premise has potential, if the movie could build a world and stay there, but it’s as if director Sophie Brooks and co-writer Molly Gordon keep getting distracted.