Cronenberg, the director of the edgy 1996 Crash (not the Oscar-winning 2004 film) seems fascinated by off-kilter, injured and disfigured people.
Wasikowska, perfectly fine in the role, is even dolled up to look like Holly Hunter in Cronenberg's Crash, only worsening the comparison between this and his earlier work.
Assault, murder, immolation, even incest — we expect gruesomeness and perversity in a movie by David Cronenberg, the one-time “body horror” auteur whose four-decade professional filmography includes “The Brood,” “The Fly,” “Dead Ringers” and “Crash,” to name a few; even so, we flinch at the selfishness and hatefulness expressed here.
"Maps To The Stars" has some of the same issues that "Cosmopolis" did, and at this point, I feel like some of the blame has to fall on Peter Suschitzky, whose work on films like "Crash," "Dead Ringers" and "The Empire Strikes Back" is above reproach.
Cronenberg’s preoccupations haven’t altered noticeably from Shivers, through his 1990s films of taboo novels (Naked Lunch, Crash), and on to his mid-2000s thrillers starring Viggo Mortensen as two different kinds of infiltrator (A History of Violence, Eastern Promises).
Canadian auteur David Cronenberg has a well-documented fascination with seeing social systems disrupted by chaos, whether they be romantic (The Fly), domestic (A History of Violence), psychological (A Dangerous Method), criminal (Eastern Promises), automotive (Crash) or technological (Videodrome, eXistenZ) in nature.