Bobby Griffith was his mother's favorite son, the perfect all-American boy growing up under deeply religious influences in Walnut Creek, California. Bobby was also gay. Struggling with a conflict no one knew of, much less understood, Bobby finally came out to his family.
Prayers for Bobby is so clunkily wholesome and earnest, in such an obvious and belaboured fashion, that it imbues everything with a hokey artificiality, which reminds you, incessantly, that none of what you're watching is real. It's embarrassingly sappy. It didn't work for me but, evidently, a lot of people don't mind being drenched in sap.