David Croneberg’s Crash is never beautiful, but somehow
intensely sensual. The films focuses on
kinky sex and car crashes, but is not about either action. Sex is merely a release of tension the
characters feel, tension that builds from their intricate study of car crashes.
Croneberg has created a character study, with characters
that have vague back stories if any. The focus is always on the present, never
the past or future. These people believe
in the intensity of the moment, and the question becomes why? And the audience in free to apply their own
experiences into this question, because Croneberg is not going to help
you.
The entire cast is amazing but Deborah Unger is a clear
stand out. She purrs her lines with a
layered sense of emotion, conveying intensity in her eyes that her body and
words try to hide. She does everything
that she can to support her husband, as they both spiral further into a dark
dangerous world.
Elias Koteas is memorizing as the main catalyst for the intense
sensations that the cast searches out.
He is neither a villain or hero, he merely is. He provides an outlet for what you feel, but
will never help you truly understand it.
David Croneberg’s Crash is a hypnotic film that draws you
into a world that exists on the verge of our own. The score by Howard Shore is memorizing and with each viewing of this film I take something
new from it. This from a film I hated
the first time I saw it, though it was the heavily censored version blockbuster
carried. (Geographic convenience
sorry). I cannot emphasize what a car
wreck(get it) this version is. Scenes
aren’t just trimmed, but entirely removed, important scenes that without, the
film makes NO SENSE what so ever. If
this is the only version you have access to don’t bother.
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