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It’s Not Me review – an inno­v­a­tive homage to Carax’s main muse

14 May 2025 / Released: 09 May 2025

Words by David Jenkins

Directed by Leos Carax

Starring N/A

Dark, moody interior scene with bold, contrasting colours of green, red, and blue. Human figure sits hunched in the foreground, partially obscured by the cluttered environment.
Dark, moody interior scene with bold, contrasting colours of green, red, and blue. Human figure sits hunched in the foreground, partially obscured by the cluttered environment.
4

Anticipation.

Something a little more intimate after the epic folly of Annette.

4

Enjoyment.

A funny and innovative homage to Carax’s main muse, Jean-Luc Godard.

4

In Retrospect.

Feels like it could be the start of something bigger and even more beautiful.

Leos Carax delves through his own per­son­al archive in this glo­ri­ous essay film that’s in thrall to Jean-Luc Godard.

If you ever hap­pen to see the French film­mak­er Leos Carax live and in per­son, per­haps pre­sent­ing one of his films, or even deign­ing to be involved in a mas­ter­class, then you real­ly do get the sense that he’d rather not be there. Which is total­ly fine; pub­lic speak­ing is not for every­one, and Carax cer­tain­ly seems like a per­son who would pre­fer to ram skew­ers in his eyes rather than crum­ble that divid­ing bar­ri­er between the pub­lic and the private.

Which makes his new medi­um-length fea­ture, It’s Not Me, all the more sur­pris­ing and scin­til­lat­ing, as it feels like the first time he’s let his guard drop just a lit­tle to tell us a bit about what he’s think­ing right now. He in no way seems loqua­cious or in need to be part of a dia­logue. Instead, he wants to get some issues off his chest in a semi-rant, and this wit­ty and cre­ative mon­tage piece cer­tain­ly ful­fils that remit (and then some).

Since his ear­li­est films, it’s been clear that Carax has been in con­stant thrall to the late, great Jean-Luc Godard, and where films like Mau­vais Sang and Boy Meets Girl tipped a beret to the ear­ly, more nar­ra­tive­ly-inclined JLG, It’s Not Me tips his hat to the maestro’s lat­ter, cut-and-paste video work, in par­tic­u­lar his epic dis­qui­si­tion on cin­e­ma and pol­i­tics, Histoire(s) du Ciné­ma.

The film opens on an image of Carax flopped over on a bed in a room. He flips a switch and the screen trans­forms into a green, heat cen­sor-like image, with the film­mak­er uncon­scious­ly writ­ing notes in Sharpie on a sheet of paper on the floor. The sense is that this mate­r­i­al is spilling out of him, and he’s maybe not so inter­est­ed in cre­at­ing a cogent struc­ture, but he does want to allow thoughts, images and emo­tions to flow out onto the screen.

You could spend days attempt­ing to deter­mine why the film is called It’s Not Me, main­ly because its prime sub­ject mat­ter is the director’s own work, the director’s thoughts about oth­er films and film­mak­ers, and the director’s mus­ing on his own life as a father. He claims that this is some ruse, a play­ful smoke­screen of ran­dom thoughts and feel­ings, but beyond the arch­ness and cyn­i­cism, there are some pro­found, self-reflec­tive insights about what it means to make mov­ing images in the 21st century.

And do stay right to the very end, as Carax gives the MCU a hard school­ing in how a post-cred­it sequence should real­ly rip.

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