I can't really see what all the fuss is about this film, which is undoubtedly extremely powerful but not, surely, a horror film? In a sense it's quite humorous, albeit in an absurd way: OK, a very absurd way. Alexia (Agathe Rousselle) as a child is involved in a car crash with her father, and as a result has a brain operation which involves a titanium implant. As she grows, things change, and her sexy contorsions at a car showroom with other young women to please customers – sex and cars, you know? – are just a beginning.
Her play-acting – which it isn't really – with cars lead her to admirers, have fans like a rock star. People, though, don't know that she's not into people: cars are (quite literally) her orgasm. And when one fan goes over the line and starts slobbering over her, he gets to meet her very strong hairpin: right through what little brain he has, via his earhole. And as the killings escalate, Alexia is wanted by the police and has to change her identity.
Titane is a film of several sexual identities: the regular heterosexual, the strong homosexual hints, the bisexual, and of course the sex with metal. Confusion reigns, and Alexia in a very powerful but untrue sense changes sex when she realises that she has to take on another identity: recognising that a missing boy strongly resembles her, this is her chance to become him, become Adrien. And as Adrien's father the pompier, who has far more problems than his lost son, is very gullible he comes to see Alexia as the missing Adrien.
Although he just wants to believe that a non-reality is a reality, in spite of others (including his former partner) realising that he's just fooling himself, and being fooled. Or is he? Isn't he merely knowingly pretending, isn't the ageing Vincent discovering new forms of sex and love, not really being self-deceptive? Irreality is the new real, and just look at Alexia's baby with the titanium studs in his back!
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