auto eroticism
In the mid-1980s, several years before Canadian auteur David Cronenberg and English producer Jeremy Thomas collaborated on an adaptation of William Burroughs’ Naked Lunch, they talked of having a crack at another ‘unfilmable’ book, J.G. Ballard’s 1973 novel Crash. “I really wasn’t taken with it,” Cronenberg now recalls of his first encounter with Ballard’s prose. “I found it very cold and clinical and… strange.”
When the director of such seminal body horrors as , and calls something “strange”, you know it must be peculiar and disturbing indeed. And so it is: tells of car-accident survivor James