“Crash” (1996) Review

How easy it would be write off Crash as a film about weird people who are horny for car crashes. It’s not a big surprise considering Cronenberg’s resume of body horror from the flesh-obsessed Videodrome to the brain-exploding Scanners. Yet, the eroticism takes on such a cerebral and alluring tone that can make one succumb to its tabbo temptations of metal and flesh. Where others would make a joke at the gaping, vaginal hole of a fetish, Cronenberg plunges deeper into the dark...