Regardless of what it lacked in realism, I never lost interest.
It was an interesting movie, albeit a bit far fetched.
I thought Crash had excellent writing, though it was about as heavy-handed as an MX missile. The "you're *all* racists and the world sucks!" message got old after a while. I wanted to slap the director in the head and tell him to thank God that we at least don't live in a world with the likes of the Huns, Mongols, etc. killing everything that crosses their path.
A liberal wakes up and wonders why the world isn't better.
A conservative wakes up and thanks God it isn't worse.
I own Crash and watched it for the third time before the oscars. To me it was sort of like pulp fiction....a series of very well done scenes that has no real plot and doesn't really go anywhere.
Some of the scenes are absolutely brilliant....but the whole somehow lacks.
I agree. I went to see Crash with my wife on her recommendation and had no idea what to expect. I was hooked from the beginning, but I could see how some people may not like it. Regardless, I would recommend it to anyone and they can make up their own minds whether or not to see it.
I agree, in that it was a watchable film. But it is Pretentious with a capital Pretense. Not a bad film, interesting and for the most part well acted, but just pretentious. The whole opening monologue with Don Cheadle staring into the camera, narrating the metaphor for us, the stupid audience...man. That made me groan like a cow in a 48 hour labor.
I'm kind of disapointed Brokeback Night, and Good Luck didn't win. I wanted Hollywood to go over the edge, past the point of no return in politicalization. I want Hollywood to destroy itself with its stupidity. I want them to stay out of touch.
Crash winning, that's just tame. Not lame per se, just tame. I wanted controversy, I wanted firebreathing conservatives outraged at the gay cowboy communist sympathizers, I wanted a cataclysmic Apocalyptic war between middle america and socialist America. I wanted an excuse to shoot George Clooney in the face. What do we get? Yawn, Crash.