Filmmaker Avida Livny remembers seeing a movie that no one else seems to remember. At least he does remember the title (some of us aren't that lucky) and he finds that the movie played less than a week and is remembered, if at all, as the worst Israeli movie ever made. Attempting to find the film's writer/director, Moshe Guez, he phones the star and finds she has mixed feelings. She walked out on the project before it was finished, but she admired Guez' dedication, she encourages Livny to continue his research project, and she only wishes someone were as interested in her. Livny finds that the unsuccessful movie means different things to different people who worked on it or who saw it as friends or relatives of Guez, but he discovers that far more vividly than they remember the plot or the characters, they remember Guez himself, who made the movie almost single-handedly over a span of five years. Was it worth five years? Is it worth an hour and a quarter to watch a movie about a bad movie and the one-flop wonder who filmed it? Guez turns out to be a unique character but at the same time someone with whom we can all identify, I think, so I recommend Looking for Moshe Guez.