Crash was one of the movies I was not in the mood for until yesterday. It is carefully constructed and sometimes with such filigrane elegance that you cannot help but appreciate it with a certain satisfaction. More than once it mirrors reality in a way that you want to distance yourself from it only to find yourself drawn deeper into the web of anger, mistrust, lies and racial paranoia as the story unfolds (albeit at times predictably so).
At the end we will have taken part in the lives of every day people, from petty thieves to desperate shopkeepers to honest working locksmiths and a prick as police officer, among others. And then there is also the “invisible bullet proof cloak” but it can only safe one – if you believe in fairies that is.