To call this movie ham-fisted would be an insult to the depth and subtlety you get from ham-fistedness. From its opening scene, Crash blunders through an endless series of tired racial stereotypes and preachy clichés like a fat kid in an oversized pair of moon boots, ultimately concluding that everyone on earth is not only racist but also an incompetent motorist. Best Picture 2006? What the fuck, America? And would somebody please get Thandie Newton a God-damn sandwich? (IMDb)
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