I really can't recall the last time I saw a film this actively antagonizing, where every itty bitty decision feels put together with a combination of an ironic smirk and a protruding middle finger, both pointed straight at the audience. Even all the way through to the marketing and the trailers, Annette is possibly the biggest rug pull of Carax's career -- and that is saying something. Apart from the opening scene, this really isn't the quirky Sparks musical I expected. I would actually call it an anti-musical, a sung postmodern satire about everything and nothing, so completely puzzling I can't seem to draw the line between the hideous and the brilliant. Maybe Annette is itself that line, drawn in a purely cinematic format. Unrateable, unforgettable, and a total fucking headache.