A death in the doctor's family makes patients uneasy. Cronenberg excels at bringing difficult pieces of fiction to film. . It's a great piece of art, but you really do have to be in the right mood for it. Instead of recovering in the normal fashion, how sad that we've come to think of auto accidents as normal these characters stumble into the car crash cult of Vaughan. The written works of J.
He easily indoctrinates the other characters into his mode of behavior and beliefs. This interaction rarely becomes intimate until it is violent, as in aggressive driving and accidents. These are people who, often due to unusual circumstances, are not in their right minds. This love affair has resulted in a worldwide addiction to a means of transportation that is, in reality, often very unhealthy and destructive. In Crash, we are observing a group of characters who are all survivors of horrific car crashes. An excellent soundtrack by Howard Shore multiple layers of cleanly played, very dissonant electric guitar, sounding like a cross between Sonic Youth and Brian Ruryk.
It is meant to draw attention to how our most familiar technology has changed us and made us less human. Ballard are generally, dark, dreary, and disturbing psychological fiction. Accidents, and the viewing of them becomes foreplay. Vaughan, who is brilliantly portrayed by Elias Koteas, is a scientist who believes that there is a strong connection between the violence of a car crash and the passion of the sexual act. This film is a bizarre metaphor for the human condition and how it is affected by our choice of technology. Depending on your mood at the time of viewing, this film can range from being shocking, amusing, revolting, hilarious, to even just plain boring.
In Crash, the characters are all portrayed as cold hearted, numb, and incapable of true intimacy with each other they sure have a lot of sex though. » I love this film. Like many crash survivors, they are, during their period of recovery, in shock. They are recovering from severe physical injuries, and they are disoriented, fearful, and emotionally numb. By staging car crashes for entertainment, by initiating traffic altercations with his followers and ultimately finishing with some very warped sex, usually involving cars, there is a metaphor being created. Only Cronenberg would have the guts to tackle a subject as difficult as this particular work of Ballard's. It is not, however, for the uninitiated.
Aside from the aftermath of pollution and the sheer carnage of the ever rising highway accident rate, this addiction also increases people's isolation from each other. Ultimately, the scientist craves a suicidal union of blood, semen, and engine coolant, a union with which he becomes dangerously obsessed. Ballard, whose novel was the basis for this film. It is not meant to make car crashes look sexy. I think he did quite well. I think it's one of Cronenberg's best.
I have now viewed it three times and I still keep getting something new out of each viewing. This is one such example. The characters in them are often very disturbed and socially dysfunctional. Hidden in their private shells, they move about, only interacting with one another as necessary. 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 whom 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. It's the eroticism of the automobile taken to an extreme. They are only capable of intimacy through their cars. By that, I mean those who are not familiar with Cronenberg's previous work, and those who have not read J. 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 whom they contort into the shape of trapped corpses.
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