There was a good film buried in this somewhere, but there were far too many layers of artiness preventing it from being enjoyable. The central conceit sounds like an appealing idea: a Antonio is described by several different women, each with a vastly differing picture of him. in each of the segments the woman is played the same actress but Antonio is portrayed by a different actor. But it loses all possible appeal in the telling.
I cannot even put into words how oddly this film is directed, as it pushes itself as far as possible outside what you expect a film to be. The sound design is relentlessly ugly, the visuals occasionally interesting but mostly pretentious and unpleasant. All performers were told to overact and gurn for the camera, particularly the lead actress who was equally unpleasant to watch in all her roles, grotesque, over-nuanced cartoon-character monstrosities.
This is a film where within minutes you start asking yourself "is this a joke?" It self-consciously alienates the audience at every turn, telling an empty story with a boring script, and it has almost no redeeming moments whatsoever.
