The Other "Crash" Movie

The only man I know who behaves sensibly is my tailor; he takes my measurements anew each time he sees me. The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them.
– George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950)

Adapted from a novel by J.G. Ballard, David Cronenberg’s 1996 “Crash” plot revolves around the concept of sexual arousal when participating in a car crash. As depravely pornographic this may sound to you, I found the sexiest scene involved Rosanna Arquette in metallic, leg crutches (on both legs) trying to “fit in” into a convertible Mercedes Benz. Anyways, with that said, here’s what is spoken of in the movie:

Vaughan: You’re beginning to see that for the first time there’s a benevolent psychopathology that beckons towards us. For example, the car crash is a fertilizing rather than a destructive event. A liberation of sexual energy mediating the sexuality of those who have died with an intensity impossible in any other form. Now to experience that… to live that… that is… that’s my project.
Ballard: What about the reshaping of the human body by modern technology? I thought that was your project.
Vaughan: That’s just a crude sci-fi concept. It just kind of floats on the surface and doesn’t threaten anybody. I use it to test the resilience of my potential partners in psychopathology.

Thank god, some things are best learned from within extreme fiction.

You wanna watch? Netflix it: Crash


Cronenberg's Crash

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