This back-to-basics documentary, a sort of real life High Fidelity homage, sees the bumbling Chris Waitt haul a fuzzy microphone to the doorsteps of his many ex-girlfriends, hoping to discover why he has been serially dumped.
Cute, intimate moments such as Chris sifting through a box of pleading love letters with his mum are tempered by raucous reality TV moments of Chris visiting a dominatrix dungeon.
With a Nick Broomfield-like naivety he veers between looking for love and looking for sex, and as such manages to boil down the essence of the thirty-something man trapped in perpetual teenagerdom.
He’s supposed to be charmless, and so sympathy lies with the girlfriends, be they the disarming sex addict or the saintly love-of-his-life. But before you get dragged into the hyperbole of Chris’ ‘failures’, don’t forget that – with a number of award-winning short films to his name – he must have done something right somewhere in his past.
Still, it’s fun to play along, and it’s always nice to see some full frontal male nudity on screen. Once Chris begins to discuss his impotence, his penis takes centre stage. It balances the books in a cinematic world that shows more breasts than balls in Brokeback Mountain.
