This might be an ironic film whose story is meant to portray what someone not in the film business thinks an "artistic" director is like and how they 'create' a movie. Perhaps the viewer is meant to supply something not included in the story or even hinted at: a director who is quite wealthy and is doing a vanity production which would allow the non-professionalism of it all. Or............. a wealthy parent or grandparent subsidizing the movie. (How else to explain a full professional and probable union crew being sent off the set (tick-tock, ching- ching) while the auteur figures things out. The director, obviously innocent of storyboarding or videoing important scenes between the two leading players in something called pre-production rehearsal, becomes "creative" instead of professional and that all-purpose, omniscient smile of hers, after seeing it for awhile, makes one think of a mad person, totally self-involved. Of course, some backer in real life did sign the check so one is left in wondering how Ms. Breillant was able to sell this script. "This might be an ironic film whose story, etc.", I said at the top of this review. No, it isn't and oh the overwhelming self-indulgence of it all!
Review of Sex Is Comedy
