People watch stupid flicks like this drunk or baked after a long day trying not to draw attention to themselves at jobs they don’t care about enough to hate.
This should have been just a madcap, goofy, directed-by-Carl-Reiner sort of comedy. They threw in gratuitous violence, bad hair, bad skin, and bad singing.
True to the dark, contrary nature of J.G. Ballard and David Cronenberg, Crash has far more complicated things on its mind than mere titillation on wheels.