A friend of mine complained about the Oscar-nominated film selected for his wife’s workplace’s outing was really awful. (IIRC it was rented and shown on a big screen somewhere.) He’d heard it was so good but everyone was horrified. Turns out that instead of renting the 2004 film Crash, about racial tensions in intersecting stories, whoever was in charge of getting the film must have gotten the 1996 film Crash, a David Cronenberg film about car crash victims who now find crashes to be sexually arousing. :eek: