Ok, so I’ve finished the Theatrical Cut of Big Like Me, graciously provided by our friend Cheeba (Shout outs to you sir.) Review incoming, minor spoilers. So you have been warned.
Immediate thought, Bergman is a terrible fool, and he’s very well aware of it. He spends as much time lampooning his obsession with penis size as he does indulging it, so that kind of skews the tone. And remains the whole focus. This guy has the definition of a first world problem. He’s got a perfectly fine penis as is. I believe roughly 6 X 5. “Average” to “Above average.” And it looks good. Smooth, cut, proportionate to his bollocks, not sure what the deal was. But, yet here I am with similar stats, so I certainly sympathize on some level. Actually most levels really. But he’s got this weird obsession and hangs onto everyone’s every word about the penis, until they say it’s really not a big deal. I think he’s missing out on the understanding that having a Big One is a novelty. Like the most up to date gaming console, or a convertible. It’s a neat thing to have, but you can date, marry and have a good time without it.
Greg is a relatable guy, I think to many of us, and probably reflects the struggles of many of us here. But, I think he’s a terrible example. He destroys his marriage to a woman who supported him to a fault and was drop dead gorgeous, alienated his family, ruined his brother’s spring break, and ignored the advice of his mentors and therapists, to instead take a potentially dangerous surgery on the merit that he could show a bunch of women a bulge in his pants.
And the worst part is, it didn’t cure his obsession. Personally, if I hit my 7.5 × 6(ish) goal, I think I could be done. I’m not terribly interested in having a penis above 8 inches. I’d like to be able to use it, and aside from size queens, in my circles 8 is a hard limit (this is strictly anecdotal evidence, so don’t read too much into it lol.) Bergman shifts from constantly crying about his penis, to hunting down dates online just so he can brag about it. And, I suppose to his credit, he finally meets someone to use it on. Who i suspect doesn’t show up in his life elsewhere judging by the context of the film.
And, to my surprise, even worse still. I’m actually a little concerned that I could have a body dysmorphic condition like him. Granted I’ve had the “She thinks it’s too small.” Experience and had the word “average” too. But my goal of PE is really to never have to think about my penis size again. Like I can achieve the goal, know it was through hard work, and hang up my medal and move on.
The film itself was ok, I’d give it a 3 out of 5 ultimately. It’s not pleasant to watch, and there are few to no technicals at all. I have no idea why he didn’t visit a Urologist or an Andrologist or any scientist who knew what the hell he/she was talking about. Though he also brushed off his Therapist, who clearly did know what she was talking about, so I shouldn’t be surprised. But for what it’s worth Big Like Me is never boring. Our protagonist never learns a lesson, and I dislike him all the more for that. But the film does highlight problems with society and the media, pretenses and pride. And literally every other named person seems to have their head on straight, so that’s nice. Take that for what it’s worth, so sorry for the long post. Next time I’ll have a long member instead.
Thanks again to Cheeba for digging this gem up so I didn’t have to pay to watch it.