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After getting into a serious car accident, commercial director James Ballard finds himself slowly drawn to a mysterious subculture of people who use car accidents and the raw sexual energy they produce to try to rejuvenate his sex life with his wife.
It's a dark, disturbing, languorous movie, as ludicrous, hermetic and repetitive, perhaps, as Ballard's original, but admirably assured and true to itself.
While the director remains firmly behind the wheel for the first hour or so, he cracks up toward the end with sequences that send the film and the audience into a ditch.
September 09, 2008
F5 (Wichita, KS)
Wildly unwatchable, as if someone had made Andy Warhol's Frankenstein without being in on the joke.
So far from being involving or compelling, so intentionally disconnected from any kind of recognizable emotion, that by comparison David Lynch's removed "Lost Highway" plays like "Lassie Come Home."
Mr. Cronenberg, for once oddly inhibited by brazen subject matter, has made a meticulously stylized and controlled film that leaves many of its characters' ideas muffled and lacks the true audacity its material demands.
May 20, 2003
Washington Post
"Crash" doesn't extend beyond its most immediate sensationalism. When the movie does attempt to find a theme, it slams into a brick wall of mumbo-jumbo.