Writer-directors are a rare breed: they believe they can do most everything but in fact while they can pontificate about directing they are mostly utterly useless at the craft of writing. This is evident in this portentous bore of a film which is a metaphorical exploration of a businessman like Citizen Kane.

It constantly portends to something interesting - even dramatic within a time period and between other characters - but never ever does so. Exactly like Citizen Kane this is so incompletely written that it fails to be dramatic in anyway and is another magazine article with pictures of a person's biography. It is story telling in pastiche mode.

It should also be said that the music score was one of the worst ever in a major film: repetitive, annoying, misplaced with the screen action and the quotes from the classical repertoire lacked the intelligence of a Godard when does he the same thing. It was jejune.

The only people who should be unfortunate enough to watch this long winded and self important piece of overstuffed film making are other writer directors.