I enjoyed this quirky little film. It's a low budget dramatized biopic about the sad love-life of Iranian-American director Caveh Zahedi. He is plagued by what he terms "sex addiction" (He has a prostitute and bl__job fetish). It begins and ends with what hopefully will be his last and finally-successful marriage. It blends original home movie footage with filmed recreations, with Zahedi appearing as subject, actor, director and narrator.
I loved his hapless, self-deprecating, dead-pan nature. As must many women, because he is quite possibly the least physically impressive man I've ever seen; scrawny, puny, close to being a wimp and yet he obviously has something that draws so many beautiful women to him. His ex-wives and girlfriends (they appear on the home movies) are very lovely. I don't know if I'd label him a narcissist but he is certainly obsessed with sex, especially with prostitutes and bl__jobs. The first thing he learns in a foreign country is how to say, "Will you suck my c__k?" in the local language. I love the way he repeatedly delivers the line with that timid, hopeful, earnest look. Luckily he goes to very accomdating places like France, Holland and Germany. And when he visits a European brothel, he's like a kid in a candy store. Although his wives eventually divorce him, they are remarkably tolerant and accomodating - in the film he recounts how his second wife gave him five bj's in succession after he confessed his addiction; although it's true, he doesn't last very long each time - about 15 seconds is all it takes for him to be squealing like a rabbit. His orgasms are hilarious to behold.
To his credit he puts all blame on the broken relationships solely on himself; he doesn't blame his wives or girlfriends at all; in fact he paints them as long-suffering martyrs. Still, laughs and moral issues aside, it is very sad for someone to be so consumed by an obsession that he cannot form a lasting relationship with anyone. Hopefully this final marriage will indeed be his last and he gets to find some peace and satisfaction in life.
Zahedi has an official website and he also writes a blog. If you go there you can read his bio. He actually studied Philosophy at Yale and tried to get apprenticed to Godard (rebuffed). There is a picture of him as a young boy with Woody Allen whom he obviously admires.
IFC presents the film in its original 1.33:1 full screen. Colours are strong and natural. It's generally pleasing on the eye. Only the home movie segments have a large amount of grain. Although the women are shown full-frontal, Zahedi never shows his dumbstick - a black rectangle always blocks it from view. I wonder if that was due to shyness, vanity or an MPAA requirement. The DVD comes with a half-hour long documentary "Shooting I am a Sex Addict" in which Zahedi dissects 3 scenes in the film.
PS: Speaking of blogs and sex, I do hope some studio picks up blogger Zoe Margolis' "Girl With A One Track Mind," and turns that into a film. That would be hilarious. One of the rare women who confesses to being addicted to sex and one of the few blogs that I look forward to reading.