Clive is a one-of-a-kind guy, though his genetic ID belongs to “daddy.” His maladjustment is uniquely his. Clive, you see, is a clone, born in a time of bio-boutiques and regulated DNA. His prototype is a Nobel Prize–winning scientist, paragon of virtue and achievement. Clive has his genes but not his genius. Feeling that he is but the vestige of great origins, Clive strives with curious humor to sully his genetic sire. Then he meets Marigold, a troubled telemarketer with a touch of narcolepsy, and the clone is no longer alone. First-time director Megan Holley starts with a comic story about copied character, but her real concerns lie elsewhere, in the defining notions of identity. Though the world of The Snowflake Crusade is much like our own, individuality is definitely up for grabs. Guided by his drooping Marigold, Clive finally looks beyond the ebb and flow of nucleotides for personal meaning. It's just not easy being a chip off the old double helix.