The erotic crumpling of bodies both human and automotive, the strange allure of the maimed, a heady mix of the smells of sex, blood and gas, all with an engrossing soundtrack by Howard Shore. The master of psychological horror presents his diamond in the rough: a sublime, gothic, infinitely melancholy film.
After a car crash, James Ballard discovers he has a fetish rooted in crumpled cars and bodies. The dented sides of cars become the womb for disturbing, venomous mutants who, from one vehicle to the next, one body to the next, eroticize bruises, scars, pegs and prostheses. The strange beauty of maimed bodies, a heady mix of the smells of sex, blood and gas, all with a captivating soundtrack by Howard Shore: Crash is a quest for an ever-postponed orgasm. It’s a film that leaves no taboo...
| 100 minutes | 1996
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