Not only did David Chronenberg make a far superior film called Crash about 10 years ago, one that actually had some interesting things to say (although those things were taken from the book he based the film off of) he also made a far superior film called A History of Violence that got no recognition.

Haggis's Crash was superficial, emotional-appeal trite. It works on people's emotions like porn work's on people's sexual urges. Be horrified at this, be sad at this, but never stop to consider anything. Pure pathos. Pure image. Pure surface. If you try to delve any deeper into Crash than the surface storyline, you come up with nothing. Nothing worth considering any further. You leave the theatre Feeling something, sure. Sappy music, sad scenes, we've been taught since the first movie we've seen to react to that. But it doesn't do anything other than that. It is to your heart what porn is to your dick. There is no engagement with your mind. It's a parlor trick, on the same level as The Family Stone or Aeon Flux. All surface. But because it screams "racism exists" (which we all know) it's supposed to be great?

Give me a break.