Adapted from the controversial novel by J.G. Ballard, Crash will either repel or amaze you, with little or no room for a neutral reaction. The film is perfectly matched to the artistic and intellectual proclivities of director David Cronenberg, who has used the inspiration of Ballard's novel to create what critic Roger Ebert has described as "a dissection of the mechanics of pornography." Filmed with a metallic color scheme and a dominant tone of emotional detachment, the story focuses on a close-knit group of people who have developed a sexual fetish around the collision of automobiles. They use cars as a tool of arousal, in which orgasm is directly connected to death-defying temptations of fate at high speeds. Ballard wrote his book to illustrate the connections between sex and technology--the ultimate postmodern melding of flesh and machine--and Cronenberg takes this theme to the final frontier of sexual expression. Holly Hunter, James Spader, and Deborah Unger are utterly fearless in roles that few actors would dare to play, and their surrender to Cronenberg's vision makes Crash an utterly unique and challenging film experience. It's rated NC-17, so don't say you weren't warned! --Jeff Shannon
Finding myself drawn to darker, more disturbing things lately, I got this movie recommendation on Twitter, so of course I had to watch it. And I chose the NC-17 version, no big surprise there. Why bother with anything else?
The above blurb pretty much covers the bones of the movie, so I don't feel the need to describe what happens. So I watched it. And tweeted and read and worked on boss stuff at the same time. It's a creepy film, hypnotic, dark and disturbing. But it also made me feel sorry for these people. In their minds, they were probably as happy as pig in shit, but to me, watching them desperately trying to connect was sad. The blood, and pain, and loss of life. I get that in the presence of death and destruction, it's only natural to want to live, and one of the most elemental ways of doing that is to have sex. But there's also some feeling that these people had a death wish. So busy seeking the ultimate thrill that they come too close to the edge.
Verdict: Just another fetish to scratch off my list. Just not into it. But there are people out there who are turned on by things like this, so who am I to discredit them? I don't fully understand it, but does that mean they are freaks? Another lesson remembered. Just because I don't like it doesn't necessarily make it wrong. Just means we're different. Exciting, isn't it?
I didn't hate the movie, just never see the need to watch it again. Though I do love James Spader and Holly Hunter, together or separate, I think I got what I needed from the film. And I am loving that I am testing myself. I guess I'm a late bloomer. Being shy sometimes does that, at least that's been my experience. Now I'm trying to push myself to go to places that I know are uncomfortable, because then I get to know myself better.
What is the most disturbing movie you've seen?