After getting into a serious car accident, a TV director discovers an underground sub-culture of scarred, omnisexual car-crash victims, and he begins to use car accidents and the raw sexual energy they produce to try to rejuvenate his sex life with his wife.
One thing has to be said in my fellow Canadian David Cronenberg's favour--At least for the first 25-or-so years of his filmmaking career, he has always been one of the most surprising and brilliant minds of 'body-related horror', and from every conceivable angle. What other mind--out of 7 billion possibilities--could have come up with this, the combining of erotic pleasure with car crashing? He sure must have been an interesting catch in his early dating years, for the adventurous women out there...
I don't have a whole lot of experience with David Cronenberg's films and this is the first of his I've watched in a long time. Pretty obvious with the symbolism he was after but this isn't something I particularly engaged with despite the committed performances from the cast, although Elias Koteas was creepy good. No real plot with this one and by the end, while a unique movie for sure, not really sure I have much desire to watch again (at least anytime soon). **3.0/5**