Filmmaker
My name is Chris Vizzini
For most of my life, design was the only part I let people see: the SCAD training, the studio, the work I made for everyone but myself.
The Bad Brother is the first time I’ve turned my own work toward my own life.
My Story
Everyone has a story. Sometimes that story is forced into the shadow of silence. I lived that way for decades, and now is the time to speak up, not only for myself but for everyone out there who feels small and voiceless.
The abuse started at the age of five, at the hands of my older brother, the bad brother, and ended at thirteen. It was sexual, alongside another kind of abuse that took far longer to understand. My mother walked in on him abusing me, did nothing, then receded into the darkness.
At seventeen, I told my mom what she already knew: he'd abused me. She hugged me, then took me by the shoulders and said, “We can tell your other brothers and destroy the family, or you can keep quiet.” The choiceless choice.
That was the moment the message became clear: I was worth nothing. Not worth protecting, not worth love, not worth existing. The decades that followed became an exercise in self-destruction, driven by a self-loathing I didn’t yet understand was there.
The dark years were filled with drinking, drugs, and treating my body as the dirt their silence imposed, the lie I came to believe. When that didn't work, I tried to step away from being alive.
But I was wrong. They were wrong. I was never worth nothing, and it took a hell of a journey to find that out.
This is the story of that journey.
Coming
2028
