I saw this movie the other day and liked it so much that I wrote a review of it, which I posted on Facebook:
A SEXUAL FETISH FOR AUTOMOBILE CRASHES. People fucking in cars. The guy who played Casey Jones in the Ninja Turtles movies being sodomized. A woman in metal leg braces having her scars licked during sex.
These are some of the things that happen in the movie “Crash.”
But NOT the “Crash” that came out in 2004, otherwise known as “Trash.” Or, “horseshit,” or “stupid cliched preachy racial moralistic tale.”
No, the “Crash” that I’m talking about was released in 1996, directed by David Cronenberg, the genius who gave us Scanners, Videodrome, The Fly, The Dead Zone, and A History of Violence. A true master of surreal horror, Cronenberg is our generation’s Alfred Hitchcock - a man who can create tension and terror in his movies simply with his choice of camera angles, lighting, and softly-spoken dialog, but is also completely capable of showing us the most gory, graphic, brutal violence ever. Cronenberg’s films usually center around disease, mutation, disfigurement,or strange sexual perversions. In the case of “Crash,” it is the latter two.
After a car accident which kills the driver of the other car, Ballard (James Spader) watches the female passenger who he hit expose her breast to him. The experience causes him to develop a sexual fetish for car accidents, and he winds up meeting the woman who he hit later - it turns out she also has the same fetish, and they wind up creating this whole lifestyle based around car crashes and fucking. His wife is drawn into it as well, and they meet a wacky cast of characters, most notably Vaughan (Elias Koteas, AKA Casey Jones from the Ninja Turtles movies.) Vaughan is a psychopathic yet charming creep who is scarred all over from a motorcycle accident - including his penis - and devotes his life to watching and documenting car crashes, and causing them, for the purposes of sexual gratification. Gabrielle, another crash fetishist, has her legs and upper body enclosed in protective metal braces from a previous injury. All of these characters spend the whole movie, basically, fucking each other in cars while driving recklessly and/or crashing.
“Crash” completely fulfills its purpose in shattering open all of our ideas of normality or stability in life, exposing a bizarre and twisted underside. It demonstrates man’s reliance on technology and machines, and his resulting emotional and sexual attachment to them. It shows how people, having grown cold and distant, can turn to the most outlandish and deviant sexual practices to get their thrills, at the expense of all their dignity. But overall, it’s just an amazingly atmospheric, surreal and creepy movie, with a great soundtrack by Howard Shore.
So if you watch a movie called “Crash,” make sure it’s the one by David Cronenberg, and not the piece of shit trash that won the academy award in 2005. They should have re-released Cronenberg’s “Crash” and then given IT the academy award, for every single category, including “best movie to have a nameless Asian woman get fucked on a desk,” “best movie to have the guy that played Casey Jones in the Ninja Turtles movies get sodomized,” and “best supporting actor.”
Alright, I know that review is a little silly. On a more serious note, has anyone else here seen that film? How did you like it?