meaninglessbark Unhung Hero might have a slight appeal to anyone who has an interest in penis size and who has never read sex advice columns or has any sense of science.The film is essential just a self fascinated tale of "Look at me!" that never gets beyond the filmmaker's supposed issues with his supposedly small penis. Much of the film, which is supposedly a documentary, seems fake and staged. And most of the film seems pointless and/or obvious ("Let's talk to porn stars about penis size!")Though Unhung Hero is a film about the penis you essentially never see any penises. The film, like many documentaries on "taboo subjects," approaches its topic with the same coy but chaste tone you find on a broadcast TV documentary about a controversial subject. A far far better film about a guy dealing with his size issues is the 2005 BBC documentary My Penis and I by (and about) Lawrence Barraclough which can be watched in full online. (CAUTION: It contains penis.)

dbrayshaw Patrick Moote had enough nerve to travel the world and ask a question that bothers both men and women. I've got to hand it to him, whether or not he actually has a little one or not, the film conveys well the brighter side to those bothered by having a small one. All of the promises that porn shop wares make are challenged at the start, then Patrick takes the viewer to other countries. Is it true Koreans and Thais actually go as far as they do to correct it? It's about time we all realize that God judges man, not by his outward appearance, but by his heart. Anyway, Patrick, bravo for being the first I've seen willing to take on such a hidden topic. Maybe next time, take on hypogonadism.

jm10701 This movie is a scam. A stand-up comic figured he could get some publicity by pretending to have a tiny dick and making a pseudo-documentary (about as real as reality TV) about his travels all over the world, asking people in the street what they think about it (but never showing it) and looking to a few "experts" for a solution. The solution (surprise surprise) is that his only problem was thinking he had a problem, and he proves it by getting a dishy blonde to be his girlfriend.I feel really stupid for buying this DVD, but maybe my stupidity will help somebody else make a smarter decision.

unavitavagabonda 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.