Not only does Noe use character monologue and his ridiculous intertitles to preach injustice and social reform, but his gunshots are like a slap in the head. For what it has to say, I Stand Alone lays in the boot a few too many times. I Stand Alone is dreary sensationalist fare designed to provoke festival goers. In a normal cinema environment, with a paying audience drawn from different segments of society not just the hoi-polloi, I doubt many would enjoy it. Giving the audience 30 seconds to leave the cinema before the ending was gratuitious and self-congratulatory.
Cinema is dead.
You may call me a wanker in 30 seconds. The socialist sympathies expressed in the film are eclipsed by this climactic proclamation of authorship. The auteur's pride frames the film's transgressions as pure sensationalism. The artist seeks shock and scandal, the audience is supposed to feel chided, but instead is irritated by the artist's conceit in thinking he can manipulate them so easily. Alone is about as original as a 12-inch dildo.