Sex and car crashes. Two great tastes that taste great together? David Cronenberg’s adaptation of the J. G. Ballard novel asks this question and a truckload more as we follow around a small cabal of symphorophiliacs in their pursuit of sexual satisfaction. While the premise might seem like a gimmick, analysis of the film yields many rewards. That is, as long as you consider head-scratching questions a reward. Come for the particularly incoherent opening banter! Stay for Matt’s speculation on Cronenberg’s sex life! It’s Ex Rated Movies!