It risks being laughed at, and there is a definite, tiny grain of Razzie absurdity that is a part of its weirdly hypnotic high-porn torpor.

[A] necessarily disturbing and equally profound inquiry into human desire, however self-destructive.

For a movie obsessed with the connection between sexual intercourse and car accidents, David Cronenberg's Crash could hardly be more stationary.

‘…burrows into one of the darkest areas of human behaviour and makes a virtue of horrific detail…’