David Cronenberg directs James Spader, Holly Hunter and Elias Koteas in this adaptation of J.G. Ballard’s controversial novel following a community of car crash fetishists.

An undeniably cold and unsettling experience. Did I watch this on release? It all feels so familiar, but maybe that’s just as its a physically precise narrative. Every scene flows smoothly into the next, you couldn’t imagine any alternative for dark route it cruises down. That magnetic, propulsive pull matched with a sleazy, unapologetic vision kinda just overwhelms you. There’s very little entertainment value, and the acting stays admirably poker faced. You gasp into a strange sexual oblivion like it is an alien culture. One completely foreign to your own desires but fascinating. Masterfully calibrated, difficult to recommend – this is one of Cronenberg’s finest.

8

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