Let's face it, everyone is (at some level) interested in the sexual lives of others; but beware the film-maker whose only idea for a film is to take you on his own personal journey. In this "documentary" (the quotes are used with care), Chris Wiatt aims to explore his own history of self-confessed romantic disaster. It sounds intriguing, but we soon discover that Wiatt is unemployed, depressed, lazy, stupid, dirty and above all else, spectacularly (and arguably unbelievably) un-self aware. And it's hard to believe that at least some of this isn't a pose. Certainly, there are actions he undertakes which he surely would not have done if he wasn't making a film about himself; some of his exes hint at really bad behaviour on his part which he never acknowledges; and in places, one wonders if the whole thing isn't a Borat-style send up. Perhaps the most amazing thing of all is that, if one is to assume that the film is at least partly genuine, that a surprising number of really quite attractive women have been out with this guy; two, it is implied, even sleep with him during the course of it's making; and finally it concludes with a cod-satisfying end when he actually finds a new partner at the very point of despair. And yet... like I said, we're all interested in other people's private lives. After all, I watched this film in spite of suspecting in advance what it would be like; you probably did too.
