A pretty underwhelming experience. I was looking forward to a breakdown of Rocco's past Eurotrash sexcapades, clips of dodgy porn movies and bizarre location shoots and themes, the replica willies, a history on the industry and how he became a part of it and how he's seen it change from megabucks VHS shipping to cheapo PornHub streaming, but instead got just Rocco, who really isn't very interesting, waffling interminably about how difficult his life has been, the influences of his mother and brother on his 'journey', all wrapped up in oodles of yawn-inducing pop psychology. An hour and three quarters of your classic Italian chest-beating egoism drowning in therapy-scented bilge, basically. Things perk up considerably when a co-star from his past, Kelly Stafford, joins him for his swan-song porn shoot. A much more interesting character than Rocco, you wish the documentary was actually about her and not some dude with a giant schlong yabbering on about how profound he is.