Crash (2004) - No Gay Content

Outstanding movie, even without gay content.  Although there was one scene which may be interpreted as gay content, it involves Ryan Phillippe picking up someone off the road, but I'll leave it out.

Here, a bunch of characters interact because of a car accident.  Racial prejudices clout their judgment.  Excellent.  The characters include Sandra Bullock actually acting, can you believe it?  I went into the movie thinking, oh god, there are professionals in the movie, Don Cheadle is in it, what is Bullock doing there? Seriously.  But she was great! Get out now, go rent it!  Or at the very least listen to In the Deep, by Bird York. 

Comments

[G]

You are pathetic that movie was made purely to portray three messages.
1. Love

2. Faith

3. Change your heart before you change the world.

[Augusto]

Did the Brokeback upset have anything to do with your assessment of Crash, RG? I was mad too.

I did not think Crash was the best movie of 2005 (Brokeback was, followed closely by Nine Lives), but I still thought it was a hell of a great movie ;-)

[rg in vt (a stopover on my way to Oz)]

Sorry to disagree, but CRASH is the biggest piece of CRAP out of Hollywood since...well, since Mel. For most of its running time CRASH is a shrill, nasty movie about shrill, nasty people. And because we, the audience, are unimaginative morons, all the vile stuff is pushed right to our nose. It’s not enough to see the white cop groping the black woman; we have to watch his hands slowly wander up her legs. It’s not enough to witness lil’ Miss Shirley Temple’s heroics in her Magical Cloak, we have to be shown in slo-mo the reactions of everyone involved. All of this, by the way, is served up in a movie with more jaw-dropping coincidences than an anthology of O’Henry stories. Then, wonder of wonders, it starts to snow in L.A.! And suddenly we realize that all the good guys are REALLY the bad guys. And those guys who’ve done those nasty, nasty things? Underneath they have hearts of gold. Even Sandra Bullock realizes that her maid is her best friend. (Terrific! But keep paying her salary, just in case.) The ending is so Hallmark heartwarming that you half expect to hear Bing Crosby singing “White Christmas.” WHICH BRINGS ME TO THE SOUNDTRACK… This film has the most annoying, cloying soundtrack of any movie in recent history. It’s pseudo Vangelis, pseudo New Age, and played nearly incessantly at a volume that drowns out dialogue. Obviously the makers of CRASH, like P. T. Barnum and Jerry Springer before them, feel you can’t go broke under-estimating the taste of the public.