A struggling actor (Hugo Armstrong, who also cowrote and produced) gradually comes unhinged in this visually scrupulous but loosely plotted character study. To illustrate his mental breakdown, Armstrong and writer-director Daniel Martinico shun such typical screenwriting conventions as exposition and story arc; instead they supply images of the actor’s painfully routine existence, which consists mainly of unsuccessful auditions for moronic TV commercials and solitary down time in his barren apartment. Armstrong’s performance is central to the film—he inhabits the role with the sort of ease his character seems incapable of—but after the first 40 minutes or so, the film becomes complacent in its existential ennui and veers toward a bleak denouement too reminiscent of a Michael Haneke film to be coincidental.