Crash

“No, not that Crash. This Crash. Cronenberg’s Crash. Sex. Cars. Car sex. The cars look like bodies and the people look like machines. Further confirmation myself and others would do anything for James Spader”

“after Crash (1996), go listen to “Warm Leatherette” by Grace Jones. scratches the exact same itch—equal parts steel, sex appeal, and something vaguely concerning. it’s not actually in the film, but it was inspired by the same novel Cronenberg adapted, so it feels like the perfect companion piece”