Crash

This article is on the David Cronenberg film Crash made in 1996. If you'd like to read a review on the 'hard-hitting' Oscar-winning Crash (2004) in which every character conveniently interweaves with all the others in a full-blown writer's masturbation convention you can find it here.

Cronenberg's Crash (1996) is an interesting film. Its full of characters with a dark fetish for car accidents. These characters get off on scars, crashed cars and having sex with people with scars in crashed cars. There is a lot of sex in this movie, and a lot of sex in cars.


Crash is very intriguing though, for its tone and the performances. Cronenberg has always had sexual tension underlying his films, who could forget the constant penetration in eXistenZ (1999), that is, if anyone saw that movie after it was overshadowed by The Matrix, in which, might I point out, there was very little penetration at all. Except, of course, for Keanu's penetrating stare.

James Spader is quite awesome in the lead role. You honestly believe that he is bored by everything around him, except sex and accidents that is.

The opening credits suck you in. They literally fly towards you and you feel the movie's tone grab hold of you. I was hooked.

Then the ending, so graceful, and loaded. Leaving the audience with something to think about is not Hollywood's best trait, but Crash leaves you wondering what will happen to these characters in the future. Its fucking awesome.