The bizarro plot threads, and dippy characters fail to connect in any rewarding way, resulting in a largely unfunny film that proves as repetitive and tedious as the 1971 Philip Glass snippet that provides its entire score.

Reality seems so nonchalant about its somewhat mechanical strangeness that the effect is not so much "WTF?", more "where-exactly-are-you-going-with-this?"

While Dupieux's sensibility isn't for everyone, true believers will recognize this as his best film yet.

This is what it's like to go insane.