Titane Movie Review
The most unpredictable movie you’ll see all year, Titane ricochets towards its inevitable finale, something not inevitable at all. About a girl whose skull is fractured in a car accident and repaired with a titanium plate who then grows up to be a “car girl” who has violent sex with a vehicle only to subsequently discover she is pregnant, Titane is either for you or not at all for you with very little in between.
By the way, that description only applies to the first 20 minutes of the movie.
Disturbing, dark, wild, and imaginative, it’s a roller coaster ride if you’ve ever seen one.
Grounded by a visceral performance by Agatha Rousselle, the movie feels like surgical immersion into a twisted mind. Its singular failure is that the most intense and engrossing moments happen early, before director Julia Ducournau takes the story in a completely different direction. The film’s latter stretch is not without its shocks—its exploration of identity, grief, and pregnancy by motor fluid is at times fascinating—but the one constant is the sense that the best stuff came early on.
Even still, Titane is a unique experience that, while not for everyone, is an orgasm of metal, flesh, and the darkest corners of the mind.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.