Yeah, with that kind of damage there's no way in hell the insurance company will do anything but write off that car. Depending on state law (I'm too lazy to look it up, because in this situation it absolutely doesn't matter) he might be allowed to keep the car if he owned it outright and had comprehensive insurance coverage (not "liability only"), but no matter what the wreck's ultimate fate is, the insurance company is only going to be writing one check -- the pre-crash value of the car -- to Ethan. Even an adjustor on his first day on the job wouldn't entertain the idea of trying to repair that mess.
If he's insane enough to try to convince a shop to try to repair that thing, the best he can ever hope for is a car in questionable condition with a salvage title. No state will allow this vehicle's title to carry on as-is.
That's not a terrible color overall, but somehow it's fucking god-awful on that particular car.
He was born and raised in a trailer park, wasn't he? And by "born in a trailer park" I mean "his mother literally ran a hot bath in the trailer, squatted in the tub and squeezed him out, then let the dog chew the umbilical cord off." This mentality is pure white trash meat-head thinking.
Also, spiral of self-destruction confirmed.