I've enjoyed Kaufman's work for years, as one of the few scriptwriters capable of creating intellectually satisfying as well as dramatically satisfying works. Unfortunately his latest movie is pure self-indulgence, as though he spent far too many drunk evenings indulging in endless re-runs of Ingmar Bergman films and felt compelled to produce his own auteur-like piece in response. The movie forgets the need to engage with the audience and remains forever trapped in a kind of sterile self-reflection, a diatribe rather than a dialog, that is ultimately both tedious and as far from intellectually stimulating as one can imagine. This isn't deep; it's merely poor craftsmanship.