From the opening scene of HBO’s new biographical film "Temple Grandin,” it’s clear that this will be no misty-eyed memoir.
In it, a slender figure in unflattering blue jeans and a sweetheart-of-the-rodeo button-down gazes at the viewer from inside a checkerboard room that first dwarfs and then crowds her.
"M’name is Temple GRAN-din,” the woman announces. "I’m not like other people. I think in pictures. And I connect them.”
And with that, Temple Grandin — or, in this case, the film version of the real Dr. Temple Grandin — trundles out of the room and into the story of her life, leaving her audience as discombobulated as she and her fellow autistics feel in a world filled with sights, sounds and circumstances they cannot comprehend.