In the 1970s, modern men were driving cars to work. The curious variable here is the car, which originally symbolized modernity in J.G Ballard's novel. It's not that different than any other violent fetish, where participants find excitement in their (sometimes symbolic) self-destruction. So, why would anyone be interested in a movie featuring lots of deviant, broken up sex in the twisted, smoking carcasses of crash cars? It's a fair question. While sexually bonding with Helen Remington ( Holly Hunter) -В the other survivor of the accident - Ballard finds out the man is Vaughan, who runs a cult of people obsessed with the sexual possibilities of car crashes, an idea that gives our protagonist a huge boner. During his hospital stay, he is visited by a strange man ( the equally great, Montreal-born Elias Koteas) who photographs his braces and asks many questions about the crash. He breaks his kneecaps and kills a passenger in the other car. Why would anyone want to watch a movie about having broken sex while crashing your car? Well, it's an interesting story that began when British author J.G Ballard had one of his fucked up ideas.Д¬rash is the story of James Ballard ( the great James Spader), a sexually jaded man who gets into a car crash. It's also a much better film, whatever the Academy might think of it. If you've seen the latter, it's impossible to mix them up. And then having sex again, because they think bruises and wounds are arousing. The other is about white people having sex while crashing their car. That one won the Oscar over Brokeback Mountain in 2006. One is about white people trying not to be racist and failing.

Crash movie 1996