"Poets are deceptable creatures; so often lead their friends to despair. They're so preoccupied listening to their inner voices that often they mistake another's voice for one of their own." Uncle Bernie stumbles. Had Polanski, Roeg, Loosey, Kotcheff or Antonioni directed this, the main character's stakes -be them minimal and existential as they may- would be clear. Feels something like a bad Camus novel. "Winning."