The Special Need is nearly the documentary equivalent of 2012’s The Sessions. Except it’s about an Italian man. Also, it’s awful. Enea, in his late 20s and autistic, is seeking his first sexual encounter. If you hadn’t read that he’s autistic before seeing the film, though, you wouldn’t know: The doc doesn’t mention it. Nor does it specify whether the two guys Enea hangs with are friends or brothers. Or what class he’s taking during which the participants are asked to close their eyes and walk around. Or who that gray-haired confidante is. She is likely Enea’s therapist, considering that she pressures him about his goal with questions like “Why do you want a lover so badly?” (How do you say, “STFU, that’s why” in Italian?) And the subtitles—yikes. Never have I seen so many misspellings, flat-out wrong words, and random capitalization in a foreign film. The errors are so egregious, in fact, that it detracts from what little of the story you can glean. Enea, at least, is cheery and bold—if sometimes to the point of being aggressive—always trying to engage young ladies in conversation. He’s confident he has something to offer. But when Enea’s efforts go nowhere, his friends/brothers suggest taking a trip to a noted organization of sex workers to gently introduce him to physical intimacy. There’s a lovely scene of a paired-off group doing nothing but touching each other, but not long after, there’s an abrupt and unsatisfying goodbye. Just like Enea’s experience in that scene, The Special Need is occasionally moving but ultimately lacking.