1996 Directed by David Cronenberg
After getting into a serious car accident, a TV director discovers an underground sub-culture of scarred, omnisexual car-crash victims who use car accidents and the raw sexual energy they produce to try to rejuvenate his sex life with his wife.
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I still think this needed more sex and violent car crashes. Cronenberg is such a prude.
watched this in the living room and now all my roommates think i want to reshape the malleable human body through the immortal steeliness of technology by doinking my car :/
Apocalyptic. I love Deborah Unger picking nervously at the registration sticker in her car's windshield, anxiously chipping away at an already temporary lifespan, gnawing at it rather than let it just peel off slowly, ready to transform.
I still smile at the thought of at least a few poor bastards who rented this by accident thinking it was that lame Paul Haggis Oscar shit and became scared for life.
Whether it's the "best" or your "favorite" Cronenberg film s one thing, but this has to be the purest encapsulation of his strengths as a filmmaker. This thing feels like it was cut out of sheet metal and fiberglass, pristine yet lifeless, its body horror presented as purely sexual yet sexless. Cronenberg understands the text and subtext of Ballard so well that it doesn't feel like mere humility that the author himself said that the director made a superior work out of the material than he did. The entire film throbs with warped lust, yet it nails the complete lack of satisfaction in indulging each urge that defines Ballard's prose, and in the scenes of Spader and Unger overlooking traffic…
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"But this is not a medical tattoo. It's a prophetic tattoo. Prophecy is ragged and dirty... so make it ragged and dirty."
Molded out of husks of metal and fabric and glass, David Cronenberg's Crash frames J.G. Ballard's text as a vision to re-create, to explore to the best of his ability. Just as these characters are seeking a liberation of previously confined urges, Cronenberg is similarly eager to explore the material nature of his body horror as a sexless orgasm. The climaxes in Crash intertwine with physical collisions and emotional tensions, and are usually followed by empty satisfaction and an eagerness to go further. Inhaled fumes and shattered windshields create an atmosphere of desperate thrills in the night…
