One of the safer bets for a cinephile directing his first film is to make a movie about making a movie. What sets Rob Christopher’s debut feature apart from other similarly themed efforts is that he shot it on 16-millimeter when he was a college senior in 1995 and ’96 but didn’t complete it until 20 years later, after raising funds through Kickstarter. The usual film-school influences (Cassavetes, Godard, Lynch) are evident, embedded in a narrative about two Chicago cineastes whose relationship falters after one reads the other’s diaries. The subtext of appropriating friends’ life stories for the sake of art—and the self-serving spin that goes along with that—is intriguing, but the story grows murky toward the end. Whether that’s a deliberate homage to other directors or the result of certain production materials (like the script) getting lost over time is hard to say.