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I didn't hate this documentary. I heard about it a few times, and mainly that it was fake. Wanted to find out for myself. It's not very polished, but it's sincere - he's open-minded and respectful to the people he interviews. I liked his style as he participates in the narrative without falling into that bland overly-PC lack of reaction. There's just one unfortunate exception and it should not have been in the movie. Like most young people he is insecure and like most documentary filmmaker he's narcissistic, and it results in one unfortunate segment where he tries to film in a Korean sauna. It's sort of slapstick-funny when he's caught and those guys react like you would expect showering men discovering someone sneaking a camera into the shower would react, but it's neither informative or entertaining - just creepy and borderline racist. Shouldn't have been in the film.It's kind of interesting how this issue is viewed in other cultures - the weight-lifting segment is pretty surreal, and when he backs down from a needle in New Guinea - yeah, that's cause for reflection. The segment where he considers surgery - this is not a joke for some people, it's really that important to them.Some of it is Spurlock-type selfie time and it's a little forced when he slaps a meta-layer of narrative about not being sure why he should finish the film and a date turning the camera back on him, but I think he/his crew really wanted to make a documentary and this issue seems very personal to him. He goes around the world and meets people and talks about this issue, and makes some discoveries about this topic and about himself, which is what a documentary is for. His interview with the guy who is in the other direction is interesting for the other perspective, but comes across a little as the rich man bemoaning the loneliness of wealth. It's not for everyone but some people will find it interesting to examine an issue that, while rarely treated seriously by most, is deadly serious for some men. He makes an entertaining show out of it (with a single exception) by talking to different kinds of people, examining the subject from different perspectives and learning as much about himself as he does about the topic.Check it out.

A young man excitedly prepared proposes to his girlfriend. To make it special and memorable, we waits arranges to pop the question on the Mistletoe Cam Jumbotron at the UCLA game. To his shock, the girlfriend declines on camera and runs away. The video of the failed proposal goes viral. That poor young man confesses his in a documentary that the size of his is at fault and he travels the world to find out if any why this is a important any issue was society claims it to be. What would make a better documentary is that if Patrick Moote had included more behind the scenes information like his frustrations as a struggling actor prompted the idea for this to create an emotional range demo reel and that the famous viral video was a complete setup, a fake event put on for a cheap pre-promotional tool for this film, or rather, this demo reel. Regardless of this film being a shame and the viral video a phony, this movie isn't good - it's self indulgent, full of unbelievable scenarios, and the acting - sorry - isn't all that impressive. Maybe a traditional short form demo reel is what should have been done so all the terrible performances could have been cut.

There's something so icky about Patrick Moote and his false-feeling and false-sounding voyage of pseudo-discovery that it's hard not to be merely insulting about this documentary. Suffice it to say that virtually nothing about Moote's quest for a larger penis, nor his superficial exploration of why his "low average" endowment matters so much to him, is satisfying. Rather, so much of the documentary comes across as insincere and staged (though it professes to be an "as it happened" record of a sort of Super Size Me experiment in living) that the main reaction the film provokes is exasperation. For example, though the film is billed as a "sometimes painful search to find out whether penis size matters," it is patently uninterested in that question, a few desultory, unrevealing interviews with a few random women respondents notwithstanding. Anyone with a brain knows the answer to that question: Penis size doesn't "matter" (whatever that means) to the vast majority of people. To the people to whom it does matter, however, penis size matters a very great deal. Moote is one of those people to whom it matters, or such is the conceit of the documentary, so the only real question of the film is "Why does it matter so much to Patrick Moote?" But Moote sidesteps that question because answering it might have required him to be genuine. Rather, Moote takes the viewer on an odyssey of penis therapies, gets some very good advice along the way (which he appears to discard), and learns exactly nothing that might put a dent in his scorching self-obsession (and I'm not counting the hallmark sentiments hurriedly expressed at the documentary's end, the conclusion of a shaggy dog story if ever there was one). What becomes clear instead is the extent of Moote's masochism and the degree to which he must have eroticized the humiliation he supposedly feels. In other words, his shame and penis-related self-esteem issues become both his favorite topic and a kind of weapon that he wields against others. (That's most clear in the scenes in which he discusses his under-endowment with his parents and his ex-girlfriends; if you're not careful, you'd think Moote was being vulnerable and candid. Another likely interpretation, however, is that Moote draws pleasure from making people squirm.) I never believed his fiancée turned down his marriage proposal because of his penis size (there are so many other reasons why she might not have wanted to marry him, his fulminating neuroses and Olympian narcissism among them, that she'd never have needed such a superficial motivation). I never believed he seriously intended to try most of the treatments he supposedly considers. Mostly, I never believed that Moote was actually naïve enough to believe that pills and penis pumps (both of which he does try) would have any effect on the size of his junk. In other words, he depicts fake angst for fake impact. As a prolonged, Borat-like publicity stunt, it's certainly original. As a documentary, it never measures up.