Interesting that the very first sentence in this review finds itself telling us what color the guy in the documentary is. His skin color has nothing to do with the film. I don't see the guy as a color, or even a hero, really. It's a guy whose choice to do what he did fascinated someone else enough to make a documentary about. The guy is playful, young at heart, and learning the ropes of this life he has begun to live. How dark does one's heart have to be to call this young guy a narcissist? At one point he calls himself "arrogant" in the way he calls kids out when they get a little rowdy. He also refers to himself as an idiot, a moron. The director asks him to explain the experience and the home, and he does. I call him, not a hero (though compared to me he certainly is), but I call him lucky. Pretty lucky when you have it in you to abandon the amenities of the world's richest nation to give his youth and strength to children in poverty who have HIV/AIDS. Give your life away, why don't you, and have some critic worry about the color of your skin and call you a narcissist. I can't imagine walking in this man's shoes. Nor can I imagine what kind of darkness causes somebody to watch this and conclude the guy is a narcissist. Is Rocky a hero? That's up to you. I call him lucky. I call the film critic unlucky.