The sequel to the medium-length film Carne was produced with ad hoc suffering. Financing and development over a very long period of time, shooting with extreme economy, I Stand Alone was born in pain. Gaspar Noé waits until the last moment to write the monologue of his main character, a vomitous logorrhoea coming straight from the bowels of France, from its frustrations, its dormitory towns, its filth, its resentments, its political impasses accumulated ad infinitum and personified by a Philippe Nahon delivering one of the most outstanding performances in the history of French cinema. Suddenly, the void.