Michael Sicinski’s review published on Letterboxd :
Shine Louise Houston is an exceptional director.
Granted, as pornography goes, the Crash Pad has no storyline or overarching structure. The room is a literal container for disconnected sexual set-pieces which are presented, one after another, in modular fashion. (The keys to the Crash Pad, which are supposedly passed along, imply a kind of round-robin communitarianism that fits with the queer ethos that permeates the work. But like everything else it's just an implied idea, nothing strictly enforced.)
