Beatrice

This is supposed to be romantic, but it really unintentionally looks more like a psychological horror show and maybe it would have been better if it was. Like the main character writer has snapped from the pressure of being unable to write and imagined a pushy musician housemate that matches up to his pretentious tastes and would give him some excitement at home and at his convenience store job. Not that the main character ever interacts with anyone else, but the musician guy definitely doesn't. He might as well be imaginary or a ghost. He never has any behavior that indicates he's a real, three dimensional person. There is no chemistry though I can see the writing trying to establish their connection and I appreciate the actors committing to the kiss scenes, but it looks awkward and doesn't need to go on for so long. The director needs to accept that and cut the scenes shorter.