Once you have a film where the film-within-a-film looks more interesting than the film (like in Bergman Island, perhaps) then you know you're in trouble.
However, here, it's not just the endless philosophising that gets in the way - for me, it was the "actor". Presumably deliberately, he so often comes across as a petulant child that you wonder why anyone would put up with him. (I guess there are plenty of examples from history for this, but this guy gives no evidence of being "so gifted he's worth it"...)
Overall, the feeling is one of self-indulgence - not only is there a film-within-a-film, it's one that Breillat has already made - so perhaps this is some kind of twisted revenge? Who knows?
However, here, it's not just the endless philosophising that gets in the way - for me, it was the "actor". Presumably deliberately, he so often comes across as a petulant child that you wonder why anyone would put up with him. (I guess there are plenty of examples from history for this, but this guy gives no evidence of being "so gifted he's worth it"...)
Overall, the feeling is one of self-indulgence - not only is there a film-within-a-film, it's one that Breillat has already made - so perhaps this is some kind of twisted revenge? Who knows?