There Is No I in Threesome

Masturbatory, narcissistic, obnoxiously predictable. Listen, Mister Filmmaker: you can pepper your documentary with cute, eye-winking remarks suggesting that you realize the whole thing is trite bullshit, but that doesn't make it any easier for the audience to swallow.

An interesting premise for a documentary, but there's a twist at the end which made me feel a bit cheated. And frankly, the director displayed way too much self-importance.