3 Stars
It's been said that men think more with the little head than the big one.
But Onur Tukel, a UNC alumnus and the writer director of "Ding-a-Ling Less," has clearly been thinking with both.
After a freak accident at birth, Jack Peterson is left without a penis. He has spent his whole life utterly afraid of girls and watching his womanizing best friend, Alan, revel in sexual indiscretion.
The film picks up with a comedic opportunity for Jack. Alan has found a possible cure for his friend's condition: a penis transplant.
Hilarity ensues as Jack waits in vain for a donor (come on, how many men in this world are willing to donate their penis?), tests out new government-issued penile replacements and falls in love all at the same time.
Tukel's film reads like a disaster on paper, but it lights up on-screen. His characters are warm and funny, and his gentle direction of this touchy subject adds charm to an otherwise gory plot.
The racy script is also handled well. It is filled with what you would expect: double entendres and plenty of explicit references to the phallus. But for all its eventually tedious one-liners, its main selling point is its heart.