A dancer and serial killer (Agathe Rousselle) is taken in by a firefighter ( Vincent Lindon) by posing as his long lost son.
While I found Raw to be a mostly tedious film, all the hype about Julia Ducournau’s second feature Titane prompted me to give it a go. I’m glad I did.
It’s a demented and wildly creative piece of work, every scene a nightmare of tearing flesh and motor oil. And yet a certain amount of sweetness creeps in until all that remains is a story of family, love and loss. It shares a similar po-faced sense of humour to Raw but it all just seems to work better here.
It still didn’t quite grab me in the same way it seems to have conquered the rest of the world, I suppose you can’t love ‘em all, but it’s nice to feel like I at least know where all the critics are coming from.