Fantasías de un escritor

Were it not for Seydoux, I think I'd have given up on this.

The main character (enigmatically called "Philip" and a Jewish author...) is not very engaging and the whole thing (perhaps like the novel, which I've not read) comes across as very self-indulgent. The script is a bit like a monologue at times, where we get to hear his thoughts on life as mansplained to the various (imaginary?) other characters, usually female. Some of this is interesting, much not. The worst bit is where he puts himself on imaginary trial for misogyny and other crimes, presumably as a diversionary attempt to get his self-criticism in first.

Perhaps with a different actor playing Philip I'd have enjoyed it more, but I suspect not. Never mind.