I was surprised at how forgettable this felt. There's a real sense of diminishing returns with the splattery violence of the opening half hour; the first instance was genuinely nauseating, and yet by the fourth and fifth... eh. That we don't know any of the people meeting these outrageously gruesome ends doesn't help matters; they're just bodies upon which Julia Ducournau can enact her deranged imagination. Which is fine, but not particularly interesting over a sustained period of time. Things improve a little with the arrival of Vincent Lindon (as resplendently watchable as ever) and the semblance of a narrative, but that narrative is so thin that its hard to get invested in. The ending fizzles.

Lindon and Agathe Rouselle are great, there are some very striking scenes, and the music is consistently on point - but overall, Titane doesn't seem to add up to much of anything.