memorable Perhaps it is all my repressed sexuality or underpowered oversexed... whatever.
The movie was memorable not just for the nudity, the abuse and the crazed accidents but also the seemingly dreamlike existence of spader and hunter with her braced legs with metalwork and the delicious deborah unger.
This movie disturbed me when i saw it and continues to disturb me.
Current state of affairs/we are suffering from a lack of touch.... so we crash into one another to awaken...
LA the perfect city to make this point as we sit in our homes typing to one another....
Theeeeeee Best Movie I must say the I honestly didn't know much about this movie going into it. I was asked to go see it with a very good friend of mine who was also going through some rough waters.
It was the best movie I have seen ina long long time. It made me think about everything that has gone on around me and provoked me to think about how I act and what I say in the company of others. The twists and turns really are eye opening. You know it goes on around you but DAMN!
A Seductive Fever Dream of a film Cronenberg doesn't always hit it for me, but Crash is one of his best. The film seems to harken back to the idea that Eros was a destroyer as well as a creator. The cinematography is dense, dreamy and richly textured and the performances are impeccable- particularly the always terrific Eleas Koteas.
The violence and gloom tap into the cthtonic power of nightmare and the film plays like a parable on the destructive gravity of a purposeless existence. If Beauty and Terror are the primal ingredients of great art, Crash is a masterpiece.
Captivating, disturbing, haunting this is one of the most phenomenal films of all time. The 'Crash' fetishists, and their insatiable longing for a bigger and better crash, are a tremendous metaphor for the nature of addiction.
The final scene of this film was brilliant.
Sex and Tragedy come together. Since a road accident left him with serious facial and bodily scarring, a former 'TV scientist' has become obsessed by the marriage of motor car technology with what he sees as the `raw sexuality' of car-crash victims. The scientist, along with a crash victim he has recently befriended, sets about performing a series of sexual acts in a variety of motor vehicles, either with other crash victims or with prostitutes who they contort into the shape of trapped-corpses. Ultimately, the scientist craves a suicidal union of blood, semen and engine coolant, a union with which he becomes dangerously obsessed.