Reviewed by Feb 14th, 2010

David Cronenberg’s interpretation of the novel of the same name by J.G. Ballard, this movie focuses on the lives and loves of a groupd of auto-crash victims. James Ballard gets into a head-on collision with a man and his wife, and the other man dies. Mr. Ballard ends up in the hospital with all sorts of bruises and broken bones, which heal, but have the side effect, it seems, of making him an incurable autocrash-pervert. He meets Vaughan, a “TV Scientist,” who shares his love of auto-death, and then things gets really, really weird.

The author (not be confused with the main character of the same name) may or may not be making some kind of statement about the way our continued dependence on technology is rewiring our heads. I’m not entirely sure, especially after reading his (amazing) short story, “Why I Want to Fuck Ronald Reagan.” Cronenberg’s directing here is good as always, as is the acting. I have trouble calling it a great film, but it is a unique film, and worth watching.

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