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Since a road accident left him with serious facial and bodily scarring, a former TV scientist has become obsessed by the marriage of motor-car technology with what he sees as the raw sexuality of car-crash victims. The scientist, along with a crash victim he has recently befriended, sets about performing a series of sexual acts in a variety of motor vehicles, either with other crash victims or with prostitutes whom they contort into the shape of trapped corpses. Ultimately, the scientist craves a suicidal union of blood, semen, and engine coolant, a union with which he becomes dangerously obsessed. Written by
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The crash test tape being watched about midway through the film is narrated in Swedish. The narrator is talking about the reasons behind and the mechanics of crash tests. See more »
After Vaughan repeatedly crashes the left front bumper of his Lincoln into a junker James Ballard is sitting in, causing major damage to the bumper and the lights, Vaughan is soon shown driving on the highway with no damage to the bumper and both left lights operational. See more »
I saw this film because James Spader is one of my favorite actors, and the storyline sounded intriguing. Even though David Cronenberg is known for making creepshows, this one just didn't deliver. The characters were more like a group of sex ghouls than people that were disconnected from their world and needed the perverted stimulous of car crashes to feel alive during sexual acts. The only pleasant part of this film was the continual body exposure of Deborah Unger. I like movies that have complicated plots that make me think and keep me interested, but this one was just dull and insipid. This film and "Curtain Call" are the only role mistakes Spader has made in his career, and I hope they're the last.
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