People have evolved away from being able to feel pain. What does that mean for our morality, our future, and how will it affect our art? Cronenberg introduces us to the Sark, an autopsy machine now used for art, a breakfast chair designed to help you eat, and a cast of characters that can best be summarized as — hyper sexualized weirdos. Does Crimes do enough to tantalize us emotionally or is it largely spectacle? Are the ideas interesting enough to maintain our interest for the full runtime? Push play and go on a crazy futuristic romp with the plastic eaters, the organ growers, and some wacky art parties.