Just when you thought the cinematic experience couldn’t get any more excruciating, the film’s protagonist, Cesar, decided to interrupt his own monologue with a bizarre, attention-seeking stunt. The screen went black, and the audience was left wondering if the projector had finally given up the ghost. But no, it was just some pretentious hack running onto the stage, waving a mic like a lunatic, and demanding to be heard.

With the lights still dimmed, this self-absorbed buffoon proceeded to hijack the entire event, peppering Cesar with inane questions like a try-hard podcast host. The poor actor was forced to respond, his eyes pleading for someone, anyone, to put a stop to this absurdity. And yet, like a trainwreck, we couldn’t look away. It was a grotesque display of egomania, a middle-finger to the very concept of cinema itself. We were left wondering if we’d stumbled into some sadistic experiment, designed to test the limits of human endurance.