Strongly recommended. Having now filmed two claustrophobic plays, Carnage and Venus In Fur, about civilized people revealing their twisted inner selves, Roman Polanski (The Pianist) seems to be delivering a message. His astonishingly creative - - and deeply troubled - - life could not be possible without an ironic grin. In this latest, César-winning, cinematic metaphor, he casts his ethereal wife, Emmanuelle Seigner (The Ninth Gate) and a talented little Polanski doppelgänger, Mathieu Amalric, (The Grand Budapest Hotel) as the only characters, a director and his leading lady. As the actors playing actors shift back and forth, the viewer is dazzled by an interpretive disco ball on the abuse of power, the subjugation of women, the ambiguity of theater and ultimately . . . the cosmic silliness of sex. Seigner and Amalric skip between the light and dark in perfect elegance, accompanied by great Alexander Desplat (Philomena) score. It’s unbelievable that Desplat has never won an Oscar!