Rarely have I seen a movie try to tackle such contentious issues so seriously, and yet so flippantly at the same time. Crash delves into the issues of racial interaction and prejudice over a very brief period of time in Los Angeles, the City of Angels. And, apparently, of conveniences and contrivances. There are several moments in the film when its subject matter is laid bare and leaves you questioning just how deep-seated racism is, and that we could potentially be, by our very natures, discriminatory towards those different to ourselves. The film would succeed if this were true of the rest of the movie. Unfortunately the audience is subjected to broad characterisation, blatant stereotypes and situations that beat them mercilessly over the head with a club bearing the inscription 'RACISM IS WRONG!' For all its good intentions, Crash is depressingly shallow and artificial. I really hate to flog a dead horse, but I have to side with the many, many people who claimed that the film robbed the far more deserving Brokeback Mountain, a movie far richer, more complex and emotionally earnest, of the Best Picture Oscar. Having seen both films, I can safely say they're not even in the same league. Crash has flashes of intelligence, power, insight and raw emotion, but they simply aren't enough to illuminate an otherwise unstable and unsatisfactory film.