Some 40 years ago someone gave Sigurdur ‘Siggi’ Hjartarson a School Head Teacher in Iceland, a bull’s penis as a joke. It kick-started what turned out to become a lifetime obsession of collecting any mammalian phallus he could lay his hands on ….. it evidently pass the long dark dismal days and nights of Arctic winters. Soon his jars of organs in formaldehyde filled every nook and cranny of his home and his frustrated wife cracked another joke (even though she must have known by now that Siggi took them too seriously). ‘Why’ she asked ‘don’t you open a Museum?’
Siggi located two possible donors who were prepared to give their all (i.e. scrotum, testes and penis…) so that he could die a happy man. One was an Icelandic explorer and eccentric local hero Pall Arason who at aged 96 years old had documented proof that he had slept with over 300 women. He initially claimed that he was more than adequately sized to qualify for the exhibit, but then he and Siggi started to panic as, like most body parts when you are that old, it started to shrink dramatically.
Meanwhile, in California native, sixty-something-year-old American Tom Mitchell, who sports a full seven inches (nicknamed ‘Elmo’ by his first wife), is so determined to be the chosen one for the exhibit. What he can boast of in size in his pants, he seriously lacks in other body parts, as he not only gets the thing tattooed with the stars and stripes, but he seriously starts to investigate having it surgically removed before he dies.
Full credit to newbie directors Jonah Bekhor and Zach Math for pitching this wee joyous story so perfectly. There is no titillation or eroticism at all, but a great deal to laugh about …. and most importantly for Siggi at least, a very happy ending.
Labels: 2013, biography, canadian, comedy, documentary, nudity
