I somehow find myself driving again. Writer/director David Cronenberg opens his J.G. Ballard adaptation Crash with a sex-crazed couple engaging in the act with people other than their partner before meeting back home to share their extra-marital affairs and ultimately arouse themselves yet again to finish the job their flings couldn’t. They get off on talking about the act, but the real impactful details are the ones where they explain how easy it would have been for them to get caught. That danger sets them off more than a desire…
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