Some more thoughts.
After Dickens tells Jeliza-Rose about how her grandma used to kiss him, including kisses with tongue, the exchange goes something like this:
Dickens: She was a nice lady.
JR: You were her boyfriend.
Dickens:No, I was her little cutie.
JR: You're my little cutie. And I'm your little cutie.

This is the kind of repulsive shit that had me cringing in agony. We need someone to share our horror. We need the director to see how terrible this is. But he doesn't. He views it all innocently, naively, and wants us to do the same. He wants us to forget what a horror this whole thing is. Scenes like that make this a fucking awful film.