Ballard’s novel “Crash,” in which a film producer who is the victim of a horrible wreck falls in with a group of fetishists who are aroused by auto collisions.

"I started hanging out with people who take this thing. You work, you live without food, so the body is a wreck."

We’ve seen the characters occasionally break the fourth wall by addressing the camera directly or acknowledging the documentary crew, but this was a wrecking ball.

Inside the wrecked buildings the victorious insurgents filmed piles of bodies.

"Like idiots, we decided to risk all of our good work to buy the derelict wreck next door!"