Presented as a tongue-in-cheek meta-documentary, I Am a Sex Addict chronicles the life of Caveh Zahedi (also the writer/director), a man who is poignantly described as "constantly falling in love at the drop of a hat" but is more realistically a fetishist for prostitutes. The film doesn't follow the poignant route—nor would we expect that of a film with such a brazen title—but it's remarkably stale with the actual sex, too. The comedy is flinchingly unfunny, and the bonus features are acutely uncomfortable, and the whole affair seems like Caveh Zahedi trying to achieve some sort of catharsis, first through comedy, then through pathos. Visually, the whole thing is so scattered, with such an on-and-off supporting cast of women, that it's hard to appreciate the film. (Ironically, the film's highlight is the editing, which smoothly splices scene after scene in synch with the narrative—more music video than movie.) Read on at [Film Monthly]
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