Maybe size is correlated to emotional maturity? After seeing this documentary the woman who turned down our minus-size "hero" must have fully realized the immature bullet she dodge live on a Jumbotron. In fact after watching Patrick Moote drag this thin concept out to nearly the requisite 90 minutes, one imagines the likelihood of his getting a yes at the basketball (or whatever) game was probably largely in his under-developed mind. He minces, he whines, he asks him mother about his penis size(seriously, dude?) and generally gets on everyone he encounters nerves. In between not much happens. He goes to the adult video convention one imagines more for his own prurient interests that anything having to do with the stated reason for the "cockumentary". He goes to Asia for more genital-oriented nonsense and eventually makes it back to the U.S. where he ends with some bad stand-up. How someone makes a whole documentary solely about themselves where they still come off unattractive and irritating is almost difficult to believe. In short, there's not much here.