IT WAS probably only a matter of time before a film like A Complete History of My Sexual Failures came along. Rambling, self-obsessed, self-consciously amateurish and not nearly as entertaining as it thinks it is, it's symptomatic of these YouTube-po
sting, blog-writing, Big Brother-watching times, an age when the most banal, intimate or embarrassing private experiences are now made public in the pursuit of fame. Ostensibly a documentary, but really more of a shoddily produced, reality TV-style mash-up of High Fidelity, Forgetting Sarah Marshall and that old Davina McCall show Street Mate, A Complete History of My Sexual Failures is the work of one Chris Waitt, a shambles of a man in his early thirties who decides to analyse why women keep dumping him by turning the camera on himself and making a film.
The idea is that he will track down his ex-girlfriends, and ask them what went wrong, but while he inspires revulsion in many of the women from his life, he refuses to analyse the reasons why in any meaningful way. There are some funny moments, but it's all very contrived with Waitt coming across as a creepy, fame-chasing loser.
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