It's an irony that a 'love letter to cinema' could be so aggressively tedious that it makes you curse yourself for going. After the flat whimsy of the first ten minutes I knew the film would not have a single interesting scene - I was wrong, but it only comes at the very end. I won't spoil who turns up to play a famous director, but his work is the polar opposite of this gruelling stretch of nothing.

I'm actually angry writing this, having wasted 2 and a half hours of my life sitting through such a self-indulgent meta-bore. It's the very worst kind of award-chasing 'prestige picture'. For a director whose career has been made by entertaining an audience, how could he think this story worth telling? By far the worst film of his that I have seen.