 A delusional filmmaker named Irving Spek makes dinky movies: he s at work on a short film,  Dinky Menace,  using small toy figures. An interviewer makes fun of his style and of his earlier shorts,  Melt  and  A Time to Recycle.  Her criticism causes Irving self-doubt. He s hung up on Fox Searchlight when they called to invite him to consider making a feature, but now, in crisis, he calls them back hoping for another chance; he breaks into their lot and runs onto a set, he imagines he s directing. Is this demented state the home of many young filmmakers, or just our Irving?