Thank you, I didnt think my eyes were deceiving me!! If you lower the gaze from the breasts boys, you can see an even bigger bump around the midriff!! You guys....one track mind!!

Darn right! You should have seen Reese when she was preggers too...

Gotta disagree again. Saw it tonight and thought it was a great film.But as I said before, I go to see a film in the name of entertainment, not to find subtle subliminal messages and propaganda. Thought it was a well told story of incidents that are quite likely played out every day (albeit not to such an interlinked group of people.)

Possibly my favourite scene in the movie and now one of my all time favourites was when the Mexican guy came home and found his little daughter under her bed, afraid of banging noises (bullets).The story he told her to coax her back into bed was pure genius and very moving. (but i'm just soft)

Likewise the scene with the Iranian guy losing self control and nearly doing something he would regret his whole life.That had me on the edge of my seat for the preceding 15 minutes (knowing how the story was gonna unfold).Had me in tears of sorrow and happiness.

Each to their own, but I enjoyed the film and it made me think (as much as I'm able to)

The medium of film affords itself to one thing and one thing only: to telling a story. Messages, insight and all that crap is superfluous.

Crash's rather poignant emblematical discursions such as the "invisible safety cloak" aside (even then, the chief protagonist of the sub-plot is cliche-ridden but I digress), it's the Gliterrati pap dressed up in histrionics and portent that makes it so unbearable to endure. There is an Asseveration Grand in every corner, signaling the Divine Reckoning that's to come. Its Plot with a capital "P" betrays the characters who end up as nothing more than cardboard cut outs, which, ironically and oxymoronically, paves the way for the most damning superciliousness of the entire film: it does such a bad job of creating decent, human characters that the only way for people - myself included - to talk about the story is to contradict the film's causa causans and to revert to stereotypes: "The racist cop", "The Mexican guy", The "Iranian Guy", "The Black Police Chief"...

But thats life. Thats the whole point of the film, holding a mirror up to society. Only by realising we refer to them as stereotypes can we hope to change our outlook. Thats what I took from the film anyway.

Art for artists is something I am dead set against. Art should also exist to educate the masses. To let them know we are not that different. Encourage people to think outside of the box. Use their imagination. If there needs to be stereotypes in order to let the masses know we are human beings, so be it!.

For me New World was a slow motion postcard show. Or movies Mr. Lynch pulls off seem like they are inside Jokes only him and his inner clique could understand.

What I don't get is? Why every soul especially on this problem ridden disaster of a city get fanatically defensive when stereotyping occurs. Am I the only person who doesn't get offended when people stereotype? In my observations 7 out of 10 times the people who get uncontrolablly peeved by stereotypes are card carrying members of one of those groups that is being stereotyped.

Stereotyping and cliches are good ways of telling a story: when your aim is to give a Message, however, originality is paramount. Unless, of course, you want to resort to the fire and brimstone, clear-cut logic of the Old Testament, and, dare I say it, The Koran?

I am not even going to get bogged down in the Ars Gratia Artis or Ars Gratia Hominis mudbite, if I may, for the whole ostensible controversy is anachronistic, inconsequential and insipid.

Everybody is racist to some degree. Its a fact of life.

I like Crash, great movie, acting, directing and story, but some parts are really stupid.
"mom, I have to hang up. I'm having sex with a white woman."

wtf?