Olivier Assayas channels Caveh Zahedi and takes a stab at his own The Show About The Show. So indulgent bordering on obscene, somehow so self aware yet baffling in its blindspots in conversations around privilege. He’s one of my five favorite filmmakers of all time give or take so I was always going to dig this but I truly don’t know who else this could be for. A true bozo mode classic. Superficially ponderous, never scratches beneath its own self consciousness. You get the sense that he thinks he’s doing the real, raw work in dissecting his many problems but accidentally tells you all you need to know in what he neglects to show. If nothing else, this is the self flagellation of a man devastated that Kristen Stewart is a lesbian and on one hand, I get it but brother, you gotta get it together. Dares you to hate it, I kinda loved it.