Weiner, a Democrat, was a promising, liberal Congressman until the revelation that he was sending sexual messages and photos of his sexual equipment to various women. His very name proved fodder for comedians (examples of such gags are included in the film). He became a laughing stock and resigned from Congress.

Weiner admitted his folly and asked forgiveness. His reputation might have been rescued. But alas, as the film recounts, he did it again. It would seem that the first time around, Weiner was doing foolish sexual things in the tradition of many guys ruled by their penises instead of their brains. (Women’s libbers circulated an unrelated joke about the definition of a hermaphrodite as one born with both a penis and a brain.)

But when after the contrition and the opportunity for a fresh start he indulged once more under the name of Carlos Danger, the spectacle made it look as if there was compulsion, not just horniness. It seemed like the behavior of someone who just couldn’t help himself. Thus we can look at Weiner as he responds to questions in the film with sympathy for a man who is his own worst enemy.

As for his wife, while we don’t hear much from her in the film, if looks could kill, Weiner would have long been a dead man. In numerous scenes we see her with a troubled expression, seemingly a mixture of disdain and exasperation as she watches her husband and endures the furor.

The film is excellent in exposing the media’s feeding frenzy, as well as the blatant, opportunistic seeking of publicity by Sydney Leathers, one of the women with whom Weiner texted. One of the more amusing scenes depicts Weiner being hustled on an escape route to avoid the confrontation before media that Leathers was feverishly seeking.