Titane by Julia Ducournau

TITANE
by Julia Ducournau
(review by Jhaegar Holdburn)

No, I'm not just reviewing this cuz I have "Doing It To Death" stuck in my head, but it would definitely be on my, "Sexy Time" Playlist, provided I'll ever get to even use my, "Sexy Time" Playlist, bringing to light an important question as to whether my, "Sexy Time" Playlist even exists, but I'm just so much more tender than everyone else, aren't I? Like, would you rather kiss to "Doing It To Death" or some garbo Lil Nas X song or whatever Normies listen to? Or! Just silence! That's always nice! Like I always go to the effort to make music or find it even and then they're just like, "No, I'm okay," thanks for asking if I'm okay. I feel like I'd be a good erotic dancer. And you know what they do with their boyfriends? Listen to Lil Nas X! Like hey! It's okay for them but not for me (not an Incel) someone (some hypergamy lady) said Jordan Peterson was the King of the Incels, like, we don't claim him! (Provided I'm even a part of this "we" which I'm definitely not) cuz it's like his own main point against his critics ACTUALLY WORKS AGAINST HIMSELF like how has no one else ever noticed that? How has no one noticed that he defeats himself every time he oh my god the song just changed. They have other songs? Why are bands' other songs never as good? Is it really that hard to be consistent? And movies, too, for the most part. At least Garance Marillier was in it against, jumpin' Christ she's like the only person I've ever seen depict drunkenness correctly, like has no one else ever drank before? I'm thinking about warm tortillas in a pink, clay container. The yeastiness? The warm, crumbleness? Did the song bring me here or Garance? Will I ever know? Will I ever pronounce her name? I just learned how to pronounce "Ducournau" and I'm disappointed. Everything's such a pissing disappointment...

Four Stars out of Four (even though Raw was better)