Sunday, August 13, 2006


Of course David Cronenberg is a master of the romantic comedy, and Crash is perhaps his greatest contribution to the genre. Roseanna Arquette invites James Spader to engage in libidinous abandon with an open wound in her leg; films simply don't get more tender than that! All of the love scenes in Crash are touchingly wrought, each surpassing Cronenberg's previous masterpiece sex scene, that being from Dead Ringers, where Jeremy Irons uses surgical clamps to hang Genevieve Bujold from the iron frame of his bed. This film is about fifty times better than the other movie Crash, and has less Academy Awards.

All joking aside, this is a masterwork, but is not for the faint of heart. Based on J.G. Ballard's cooly detached novel of spectacular vehicular perversion, and featuring truly remarkable performances by Spader and Holly Hunter.

Sometimes a long-ignored Netflix queue delivers surprising double-features. Bruno S. is a fucking genius, as is Werner Herzog. Together they turn the story of the world's most famous foundling into a charming, sad, thoughtful and surprisingly funny film. Typically, Herzog's commentary is as good as the show, particulary when he tells Bruno's own tragic story.

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