Most years, I start with a desire to see a wider variety of films at the cinema than previously. Usually it doesn't last, but it was in this spirit that I went to see Palme D'or winner "Titane" as it was released in UK cinemas. Even having had a couple of days to ruminate on it, I'm not sure exactly how I feel about it.
Having suffered a terrible car accident as a child, Alexia (Agathe Rousselle) now dances seductively at motor shows to an appreciative audience. Following a violent encounter with a fan, she returns to the building and has sex with one of the cars. She flees the town, changing her appearance and binding her body, claiming to be the long-lost son of firefighter Vincent (Vincent Lindon). Vincent tries to reach his "son" with various acts of kindness, but the physical act of binding her body is taking a toll on Alexia, that only worsens as she discovers she's pregnant.
I suppose the key questions are thus. Did I enjoy "Titane"? No. I don't think I was necessarily supposed to though. It's a hard film. The juxtaposition of the fantasy elements of the first 30 minutes and the, occasionally quite touching, scenes between Vincent and Alexia is stark. There's certainly a version of this film that could entirely ignore the idea that literally she has sex with a car, that would work just as well, but this isn't that. Which leads me to believe that the car aspect must mean something, but if it does, I didn't get it. This leads me to my second question, did I then get an insight into something? Again, not really. Darren Aranofsky's "mother!" was a similarly tough watch, but at least I came to get that it was allegorical. I don't feel like "Titane" can make a similar claim, indeed I've read an interview with Julia Ducournau that explicitly says that it's a fairy story and your supposed to accept the events happened as laid out.
This is not to say that I felt the film was entirely without merit. The performances are really good, particularly from Agathe Rousselle in what is her first feature film. The body horror elements are well done and at the very least you can't argue with Ducournau's singular vision for the film. There are little touches in the background of the story, that suggest a bigger narrative that you're not explicitly seeing, and I do like that faith in the audience to pick up on that. The connection between Vincent and Alexia is interesting. I suspect he knows from the start that it's not his son that he's bringing home, but he's so destroyed by grief he is happily blind to it.
I am, as you might be able to tell from the review, conflicted about my feelings about the film, but still thinking about it days later.
