Poor and unknown director

No genre. No point. This is a short story from the life of a poor and unknown director. Most of his time he just wanders around the city and smokes to the sound of a French background score, imagining himself as the protagonist of some old 1960s French drama. So, who is he? Just a slacker who doesn’t want to work? Or an unrecognized genius trying to fight the system, who is simply down on his luck?