ok, so i love Cronenberg, his films apparently twisted but with an amazing grasp on human psichology. recently, i experienced in a minor key what he depicts in *Crash* because of my daily small accidents. smashing my pinkie finger against a parked car while riding my bike and checking out a cute guy on the sidewalk, falling from 2m and hitting my ass on a hard floor, the habitual peeling tomatoes fingercut, door closed right in the face, finding my foot under a that of a heavy and nonchalant person's. nevertheless, with all the pain, there was some form of pleasure, at least the thought that my young body can still take these easily.
*Spider* makes one think about perceptions and realities; and moms and dads, and dads cheating on moms, and how that made you feel as a small kid. what i take with me is the image of glass broken like a spider's web and a good dosage of doubt. what about? everything!
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