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Peter SuschitzkyMuzyka:
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James Spader, Holly Hunter, Elias Koteas, Deborah Kara Unger, Rosanna Arquette, Nicky Guadagni, Markus Parilo, Peter MacNeill, Judah Katz, Boyd Banks (więcej)Opisy(1)
James Ballard i jego żona Catherine pewnego dnia ulegają wypadkowi samochodowemu. W wyniku czołowego zderzenia ginie kierowca drugiego auta, a jego żona Helen odnosi poważne obrażenia. Również James jest ranny. Oboje trafiają do szpitala. Fascynacja sobą powoli zaczyna przeradzać się w pożądanie. Miejscem spotkań kochanków staje się rozbity w wypadku samochód. Wkrótce James, Catherine i Helen poznają Vaughana. Wraz z nim uczestniczą w coraz bardziej niebezpiecznych przygodach seksualnych. (TV 4)
(więcej)Recenzje (4)
David Cronenberg gave us a psychological thriller that builds up and anticipates a devastating finale - the destruction of the heroes. Can they survive in such a way? How could they? You can't live like this for too long. The catastrophe must reach its peak, and the fall to the bottom follows. But is it really so? I won't claim that the film portrays anything accurate, but it certainly doesn’t glorify. To view Crash as a film that celebrates accidents and unrestrained sexuality is nonsense. Crash doesn't want to shock, but it wants to show how far we can go. If you see it as a pathetic attempt to shock, a perverse film that revels in depravity, then I think Cronenberg’s films really aren’t for you, and the director won’t find understanding with you. It’s a shame because his films at least draw attention to our darker sides, which we can avoid, learn more about, and understand.
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Crash is an extraordinarily bizarre, psychologically complicated and sexually avant-garde ode to the seductive aspects of the voluntary and, at the same time, inevitable self-destruction of the physical shell of an aggrieved generation living in a cold, depersonalized world. Art in Cronenbergian garb that you won’t be able to tear your eyes away from for even a second and which will eventually lead you into a state of ecstatic depression and sorrow. Beautiful.
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There’s a bunch of perverts who don't know how to get laid anymore, so they focus on the adrenaline associated with car accidents... I thought it was a great topic when I was 15, and after a while, I bought the DVD, but I didn't see it until today. So what did I think? It’s boring. The withering cast is probably the worst I've seen in years. Deborah Kara Unger is the queen of all the C-movies and I am left wondering what happened to James Spader, who was so great in Wolf but who now only stars in B-movies.
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An experience thwarted by the censorship of a horribly insensitive R-cut that someone must have spliced together in ten minutes. I'll add a proper review once I get hold of and watch the proper NC-17 version.
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