Cigarette Burns ★★★

two great scenes (the french 'amateur filmmaker', the ending stretch at Udo Kier's house) surrounded by a whole lotta nearly unwatchable ones and dragged down by a weepy traumatic history so risible that the genuinely incisive sneering at extremity which Carp gets up to here is almost rendered lifeless. but even through Reedus' atrocious performance the fact that a man who spent his life making movies directed this film about how art is sick and cinema is disgusting and the best thing rich people can do is watch a movie and die afterward has undeniable potency