Billed by B.E. as a movie that will “rip your guts out but in a good way,” I have to say that Crash left me disturbed and unsettled. It certainly didn’t qualify as the previously requested light, non-gutwrenching drama, but then, B.E. wasn’t privy to all the nuances of the movie negotiation.
The flick filosopher says:
“How the world can possibly be such a mess, such a complicated human disaster, and yet one film can clearly and simply cut through all the bullshit to lay bare the foundations of the mess is startling and mysterious to me, but that is the cinematic sorcery at the heart of Crash: it holds up a mirror to reality that is so incisive and so harshly honest that, at moments, it sears right through you…”
The South African port and Bart’s chocolate ice cream were necessary accompaniments.