A lot of art house films run the stereotype of not really holding as much depth as people project onto them, and this is no different. Maybe there's more here, but it's a lot of conjecture. You're going to read into it what you want to, but in the end, you're the one putting in the effort.

The truly great works in this genre give you more to hold onto and something substantive to take leaps from. This just feels like a lot of vague middling. Never too bold. Never too outrageous. But never really cutting either.

There is some obvious commentary on the art world and the cult of celebrity. The ability to get lost in the pursuit of great things and to be misunderstood. But it's nothing as fresh as the material begs to express. It's superficial and there certainly isn't the payoff I was looking for. A lot of loose threads that distract, and a lot of wasted time meandering through pointless juxtapositioning.

That said, there is something here. It's not a wasted effort, and it could even be that the commentary is to an extent on you having to put in the effort to get something out of the piece. But any artwork that has its head up it's ass so much that it compromises itself to make a statement doesn't deserve praise for delivering an underwhelming result..