The Final Member

Even though the running time is short, the movie feels stretched out. Perhaps the curious subject matter would have been better served in, er, short form.

One can't really fault Bekhor and Math for trying to entertain rather than educate viewers. But their carnival barker callousness is really disturbing ...

The subject of an eccentric new documentary, the Icelandic Phallological Museum is devoted to preserving the male genitalia of mammals.

A little slow and a whole heap surreal, "The Final Member" documents the search for that last specimen with a twinkle in its eye and warmth in its tone.

The Final Member boasts a stranger-than-fiction subject so odd and funny it almost couldn't miss. But Bekhor and Math make the film much more than a limp gag.

Each revelation is stranger and more fascinating than the next.

One might expect this film to be nothing but R-rated silliness. Well, it's definitely R-rated, but it has a serious and even touching side.

At 75 minutes, The Final Member is robust with entertainment, if somewhat short on length, which [proves] the old adage: it's not the size that matters, but how you use it.

It has the relentless charm of a great cult film, and should be seen that way.

The world's only penis museum is no joke, but there's plenty funny (and enlightening, and poignant) in this sweet portrait of a man dedicated to completing his life's work.

Peculiar as the tale is, it never gets in the way of itself and The Final Member ultimately reflects on how we choose to live our life, and even more, how we want it to be remembered.