The overall effect of these two factors is that “Phantom Love” feels purely vacuous. Yet, despite this, the film is still quick to point to itself and say “look at me; I’m profound”. While it’s easy to mistake the artistic style of “Phantom Love” for self-importance, the film’s pretentious air is not the result of style, but rather that of a fault: there is no point to anything that happens in “Phantom Love”. Characters never have any motivation for their actions, some of the visuals are largely incongruous to the rest of the film and everything feels like it was made up ad-hoc. One would think this would baffle the audience, however from what I saw at the screening, very few of the audience were actually paying attention.