Description
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.
Finally, from the third race, I was able to enjoy this movie. Maybe I didn't understand him before, maybe I pushed him away, or maybe I was just too distracted, none of this matters.
The important thing is that this is a very interesting film in many ways, and in fact one of Cronenberg's best works. If earlier I felt it more like someone's dream, and only images of empty roads remained in my memory, this time the film reacted completely differently.
David filled this picture with a lot of harsh and provocative, but at the same time exciting images just to once again explore his (and my) favorite topic. About how vicious and destructive human sexuality can be and into what perverted meat wilds it can lead.
And Howard Shore, with his brilliant soundtrack, helps you feel yourself in these wilds along with the characters. Thanks to the tandem of his compositions and Cronenberg's direction, many scenes of the film resonate on some deep level, which makes you feel like a voyeur, shamefully peeping, but not noticing that everyone has long been aware of his presence.
And even if the film is unbearably slow in places and you start to get physically tired of it, it's still a unique and original picture that you want to come back to again, which I'll be happy to do someday tomorrow.