For the first half an hour I was unsure whether this was a comedy or not. The film tells the story of a pornographer who comes out of retirement in order to clear his debts. In the process his film is taken over by a younger director who feels he is out of touch with modern audiences and he is reunited with his estranged son. I suppose the film was trying to reflect on reconnecting with the past and the nature of art - but it was slow, dull and took itself far too seriously. See in particular the scene where the young students undertake to speak 'the language of muteness, which is the only form of radicalism' (!!).
This has got to be the worst film I have ever seen. What can I say that is more than that.
If you like to experience existential anomie (detachment) or in contrast, want to confirm that your own life, however humdrum , is packed with incident and meaning, meaning, watch this film.