Review: The Tallest Dwarf | SXSW Film Festival 2025

Score: B

Director: Julie Wyman

Running Time: 92 Minutes

Rated: NR

The Tallest Dwarf is another documentary that has a lot of interesting themes and fascinating subjects, but not enough to justify its feature length. It's quite well-directed, and features a personal hook for its director. But it ends up trying to cover every aspect of dwarfism, diluting its impact.

Filmmaker Julie Wyman grew up to be an average height, but with some of the traits common to dwarfism. It brought her the attention of bullies, which in turn affected how she saw herself. Her parents' noble attempts to reinforce how "normal" she was just made her feel more different. Having a sister with none of those same traits didn't help either. But how did those who lived with the more obvious signs – the short stature, the limited mobility, the constant pain – see themselves in a world that would prefer not to see them at all?

Wyman and her group of Little People (or LP) share their experiences with her through poetry, dance, and short films. Some of these are more riveting than others, but they're all authentic, with a potent mix of frustration and joy. Perhaps the most compelling of these folks is Mark Povinelli, a naturally charismatic actor and gifted speaker. You may have seen him in movies like Mirror Mirror and Nightmare Alley. It's painful to hear him speak about how his most high-profile roles emphasize his dwarfism instead of letting him play a character who just happens to have dwarfism.

But when Wyman expands to the infighting in the Little People of America conference, the doc goes astray. Yes, it's worth exploring the debate about a nonprofit accepting sponsorship from a pharmaceutical company. That's especially true when some LP view clinical trials to eliminate dwarfism traits in utero as akin to eugenics. But in simply presenting the debate without more context, it starts to feel like a dead end.

The Tallest Dwarf makes its strongest case when it's focused on exploring the ups and downs of real LP through art. When it tries to go further, it misses the mark.

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About Kip Mooney

Like many film critics born during and after the 1980s, my hero is Roger Ebert. The man was already the best critic in the nation when he won the Pulitzer in 1975, but his indomitable spirit during and after his recent battle with cancer keeps me coming back to read not only his reviews but his insightful commentary on the everyday. But enough about a guy you know a lot about. I knew I was going to be a film critic—some would say a snob—in middle school, when I had to voraciously defend my position that The Royal Tenenbaums was only a million times better than Adam Sandler’s remake of Mr. Deeds. From then on, I would seek out Wes Anderson’s films and avoid Sandler’s like the plague. Still, I like to think of myself as a populist, and I’ll be just as likely to see the next superhero movie as the next Sundance sensation. The thing I most deplore in a movie is laziness. I’d much rather see movies with big ambitions try and fail than movies with no ambitions succeed at simply existing. I’m also a big advocate of fun-bad movies like The Room and most of Nicolas Cage’s work. In the past, I’ve written for The Dallas Morning News and the North Texas Daily, which I edited for a semester. I also contributed to Dallas-based Pegasus News, which in the circle of life, is now part of The Dallas Morning News, where I got my big break in 2007. Eventually, I’d love to write and talk about film full-time, but until that’s a viable career option, I work as an auditor for Wells Fargo. I hope to one day meet my hero, go to the Toronto International Film Festival, and compete on Jeopardy. Until then, I’m excited to share my love of film with you.