Annette ★★★★

It’s a singular kind of weird that only Leos Carax could capture.

It’s so bombastic in both its monstrosity and its splendor that things shatter, but I think that was the point. I don’t think there was ever meant to be perfect vessel for us to view. Every strange choice—from the doll, to the shaky vocal performances to the artificial sets—simply make the underlying themes of this film all the more prevalent. It’s ridiculous with a purpose and I love that.

Adam Driver’s bonkers and truly makes this all possible. He so wholly sews himself into this toxic role that it is impossible to look away from the screen. He is so gross, so intoxicating and so pretentiously tragic—there is nothing more fascinating than watching this character split at the seams and spew his internal venom.

The performance tone is set by Driver but Marion Cotillard and Simon Helberg are more than happy to rise to meet him. It’s really a symphony of intricately ridiculous performances.

“Men are the worst” Leos Carax screams.
“Amen” I say. 
“Now watch as the most alluring of that species—Adam Driver 😍—implodes.” Leos Crax laughs maniacally.

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