Carax returns with his bucket of unusual cinematic elements after nine long years. His diverse canvas once again blooms with Annette, which isn't any different from previous ventures. Annette possesses everything one wouldn't anticipate in a feature, it's a perfect blend of satire, surrealism, melody and pretentiousness.

Pumped by exuberant colours and eccentric nuances, Carax blurs the thin line between madness and sanity and through choruses presents an absurd critique on parenting much like Eraserhead alongside the excoriating commentary on the perils of stardom and toxic masculinity. It's a glorious mess of a fever dream that manoeuvres to stand out as a visceral cinematic work.

Cinema is ephemeral, so is the chaos of Leos Carax.