Tuesday, May 24, 2011

CRASH (David Cronenberg, 1996)


A bunch of lascivious yuppies heavy-breathe and gesticulate in that once familiar straight-to-VHS style while they give into the irresistible erotic allure of car crashes and dismemberment.

Even in the confident, practiced hands of David Cronenberg, it’s difficult to take such scenes completely seriously. And yet he sets a mood and a rhythm with such (characteristic) conviction that it’s very easy to get carried away in it. Pretty much every moment of the film is both ludicrous and beguiling. And it leaves you feeling much more sensitive to the nature and workings of obsession (no matter how bizarre a form it takes).



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