
Still licking it’s wounds after assorted fierce maulings on the grounds of taste and decency, Crash – David Cronenberg’s oft delayed auto-erotic sex-fest – at last gets to burn rubber on these shores. Ever since its unveiling at last year’s Cannes Film Festival (where it blagged the Special Jury Prize), the film – a powerful study of the extremes of sexual obsession – has been buffeted by storms of controversy. Now it’s been given the official nod, with no cuts and an 18 certificate, by the good guardians at the BBFC, we’ll finally be allowed to judge for ourselves.
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