The usual Cronenberg themes are kicked around here: transformation, merging of flesh and technology, questioning the boundaries of sexuality. It's really an interesting idea - how far does our love of the autmobile REALLY go? Pity, then, that Crash is about as boring as a junior high lecture on female anatomy.The trouble is the tone of the film - it's too cold, too remote. Deborah Unger spends the entire movie wearing a state of perpetual boredom, lips pursed with nowhere to go. The sex scenes have no passion, and no heart. It's no wonder this film is compared to pornography: Cronenberg doesn't try to make us understand or empathise with the characters, he just goes for the money shot. It would have been interesting if he had tossed in a few scenes to establish Crash's protagonists at the far end of the spectrum of car lovers. What about a car ad on TV, the actress's hair flapping in the breeze? Or when they go through the car wash, how about a shot of the soap and water flowing erotically on the OUTSIDE of the car? All I thought when it was over was, "Damn, these people are fuckin' FREAKS!"In the final analysis, Crash is nothing more than a kink film that has a VERY limited appeal. Unless you're turned on by twisted metal, give it a pass. To quote Dennis Miller, "Nothing is more interesting than MY orgasm, and nothing is less interesting than YOUR orgasm."