Yeah, I guess it wasn't the violence specifically that bothered me, but more the frustrating ambiguity and bizarreness of Mortensen's character; the fact that, once he realized he had to own up to being Joey, had this weird fucking way of dancing around it, and it was hard to tell whether or not he had some sort of dissociative identity disorder and had regressed back into his old self or what; I mean, I just felt so depressed seeing him go from a loving father and family man to killing all those people with no remorse, no "my god, no, what have I done, I wanted to leave all this behind me" moments, just this fucking savagery - it was very emotionally taxing for me. I would have so much preferred if it were just a case of a guy leaving the mob and trying to start a new life, but this just seemed so much more twisted than that, and it almost seemed like he enjoyed it at times.
And what the FUCK was up with that angry sex scene on the stairs? I mean, that was another point where he seemed to "be" Joey, he didn't apologize to his wife or say something like "I'm so sorry, I try to control these urges, etc." - I felt very betrayed by this character I had come to like, and this is what I mean when I say movies like this are for people who revel in things that show human beings for our very worst. And yes, make no mistake, I HATED Crash