Cronenberg’s film “Crash” was a slow ride through the many sex lives indulged in violent automobile collisions. It was able, although, to develop each character in depth, giving every person unique and twisted morals custom-fit to their own sexual preferences. Sometimes considered the crux of a story, Cronenberg skillfully established the intricate personalities from J.G. Ballard’s “Crash.” However, Cronenberg failed to maintain focus on Ballard’s obsession of the violent dynamics of body and technology. Mentioning it in dialogue only once, Vaughn attempted to speak of the motivation for a new cult rising sexual era. Unfortunately, Cronenberg seemed to pay more attention to the sex of “Crash” rather than to contemplate, in dialogue or visual poetry, the complex and serious accusations Ballard is throwing at humankind abusive involvement with technologies. Cronenberg turned a brilliant novel into nothing more than a soft-core porn flick.
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