10 Movies That Were About Nothing More Than Dirty Old Perverts
4. Crash (1996)
James Spader as James Ballard is our resident pervert for the duration of Crash. He deserves the title due to the scarcely believable fetish he indulges in. James gets turned on by car crashes and he finds a community of like minded people with whom he can indulge his perversions. He has an affair with Dr Helen Remington whose car he crashed into, killing her passenger. All of their sexual encounters take place in cars. A man called Vaughn is also introduced. He is the boss of the car fetishists. Ballard has an affair with a woman called Gabrielle - a wound on her leg substitutes for a vagina. He dips his toes into the homosexual waters and has an affair with Vaughn. Ironically, all of this deviant behaviour brings him closer to his wife! James Spader plays an über pervert supremo in Crash. He lets himself be drawn into a highly disturbing and sick scene of people who fetishise car accidents. He can't just have normal sex with Gabrielle, Cronenberg, with his constant fixation upon body horror, has James sexually penetrate a wound in her leg. I just can't stop from thinking about the real life misery of car crashes when I watch this film. The car crash based sexual activity in the film is too close to the knuckle to be thought of as as anything other than a tragedy. The characters are all numb and alienated from their feelings. Sex doesn't really bring them together because they are so emotionally bereft. James and his wife swap tales of extra marital jiggy to try and turn each other on, but it fails miserably. You have to give Cronenberg credit for having the cojones to adapt Ballard's book, even if you are a little appalled by it. James Spader dips his wick in some seriously sick stuff here and thus earns the mantle of Dirty Old Pervert.
My first film watched was Carrie aged 2 on my dad's knee. Educated at The University of St Andrews and Trinity College Dublin. Fan of Arthouse, Exploitation, Horror, Euro Trash, Giallo, New French Extremism. Weaned at the bosom of a Russ Meyer starlet. The bleaker, artier or sleazier the better!