{"product_id":"james-dean-longsleeve","title":"James Dean Longsleeve","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eORDERS OPEN: 6\/18\/26\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eORDERS CLOSE: 6\/22\/26\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eTO PRINT: 6\/23\/26\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINTED ON LAA GD1807 BLACK LONGSLEEVE TEES.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eALL ITEMS TAKE BETWEEN 3-4 WEEKS TO PRODUCE AFTER THE ORDER PERIOD ENDS. You will always receive your item unless otherwise contacted. All items are final sale. We are not responsible for lost, stolen, or misplaced packages. \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eThere is no comfortable way into \u003cem\u003eCrash\u003c\/em\u003e. Cronenberg's 1996 adaptation of J.G. Ballard's novel drops you into a marriage that has already gone cold — James and Catherine Ballard (James Spader and Deborah Kara Unger) narrating their extramarital encounters to each other in bed with the flat affect of people reading a weather report, trying to feel something through the description of feeling something. Then James survives a head-on collision, and something cracks open. The crash ignites new sexual interest in him, and he discovers that the woman he nearly killed, Helen Remington, shares his obsession. From there the film follows its own inexorable logic, deeper into a subculture of people for whom metal, velocity, and the body's vulnerability to both have become the only remaining erotic language. It doesn't explain itself. It doesn't apologize. It just keeps going.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0571\/2802\/6318\/files\/p18063_i_h10_ac.jpg?v=1781495759\" alt=\"\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eBallard was interested in the extremes people are willing to go to in search of eroticism in a media-saturated, spectacle-numbed age and Cronenberg, whose entire career had been about the body being invaded and reshaped by technology, was the only director alive who could meet that premise without flinching. What the two share is a conviction that modernity has done something to human desire that we haven't fully reckoned with yet, that the merger of flesh and machine isn't just a science fiction concept but something already happening, already inside us. Vaughan, the film's magnetic villain-prophet, pursues the re-enactment of celebrity crashes such as James Dean, Jayne Mansfield in search of what Ballard called \"a new sexuality, born from a perverse technology.\" He is ridiculous and terrifying and completely coherent on his own terms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0571\/2802\/6318\/files\/a.jpg?v=1781495773\" alt=\"\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eThe queerness of \u003cem\u003eCrash\u003c\/em\u003e is not incidental — it's the whole operating system. The film shows us a community, small and loyal, trying to figure out a sexuality that is neither straight nor queer but will use the physical couplings of either to accentuate and sustain itself. Men sleep with men, women with women, everyone with everyone, not out of orientation but out of a kind of radical openness to where the obsession leads. Desire in this film has no fixed object. It has only intensity, and intensity finds whatever body is nearest. Rosanna Arquette's Gabrielle, encased in leg braces and surgical scars, becomes an object of genuine longing, not despite her wounds but because of what they represent, which is the proof that the body has already been through something real.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0571\/2802\/6318\/files\/crash01.jpg?v=1781495785\" alt=\"\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eBallard had an intense instinct when he wrote the book in 1973. He could sense something and \u003cem\u003eCrash\u003c\/em\u003e was him flailing wildly to touch it. Fifty years later that instinct reads as almost prophetic — about alienation, about the eroticization of catastrophe, about what happens to intimacy when everything is mediated and nothing feels immediate anymore. Cronenberg's film is cold, languorous, repetitive, and frequently absurd, and none of that is a flaw. It is the point. 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