I found Limits of Control to be a metaphorical rejection of Hollywood. A satire spy film that reverses James Bond. He never has sex, even when constantly confronted by the nude femme fatale (who in turn references Jean-Luc Godard).
This video shows the final second in the end shot which resonated with me a thousand fold – I explain why at this link
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