If accomplished mind-gamers like Charlie Kaufman and Todd Solondz feel like fooling with our perceptual apparatus and shuffling multiple decks of reality, let them have at it. Their fetching cinematic puzzles are worth the trouble. British newcomer Matthew Parkhill's tricked-up mental exercise is not: By the time he transforms a familiar love triangle (temperamental Spanish beauty, reserved British rich boy, edgy Brazilian actor) into a self-absorbed, self-important essay on Art, Filmmaking, and Reality, you might want to send him to his room without dinner, there to absorb Aristotle's Poetics or, at the least, the Big Golden Book of Screenwriting. How Motorcycle Diaries star Gael García Bernal got involved with this pretentious, gimmick-laden crap is anybody's guess: It must have looked better on the page than it does on the screen. For impressionable film students only.