Directed by the fearless duo Dario & Dom, ‘Talking Heads’ is a mature comedy that kicks down the bathroom door and drags male vulnerability into the harsh light of confrontation – with a talking penis. After Jay fails to perform during a sex with his ex, he flees to the bathroom, hoping a stern self-talk might do the trick. What he gets instead is a surreal, foul-mouthed showdown with his disembodied penis. What unfolds is an unhinged battle between desire, ego and honesty, told through one of the boldest and most original comedic setups ever.
Jordan Stephens gives a performance that grounds the film, even as it ventures into jaw-dropping territory. His portrayal of Jay is deeply relatable, full of awkward charm and palpable frustration. The dialogue between Jay and Dick is sharply written – filthy but never lazy. The film knows when to lean into crude humour and when to pivot into something more self-aware. Beneath the laughs is a commentary on emotional repression, the dangers of detachment, and the internal tug-of-war between physical impulse and unresolved feeling.
Cinematically, the film is outstanding. Ian Forbes’ cinematography adds a controlled polish to the chaos, with tight editing that keeps the surrealism grounded. But the real scene-stealer is the penis puppet – shocking realistic and surprisingly expressive. It’s a feat of design and puppetry that transforms a prop into a full character with voice, presence and impeccable timing. The craftsmanship behind it, and the confidence to make it central to the story, is what gives ‘Talking Heads’ its edge.
Dario & Dom have created something that shouldn’t work but absolutely does. ‘Talking Heads’ is filthy, funny, and weirdly profound – a film about sex that’s actually about everything else too. It’s a clash of bodies and emotions, played out in the most literal way possible. Equal parts shocking and sincere, this is one you will never forget.
