Just watched Crash.
And I write this in the quiet gush that follows after watching something stunningly evocative. I don’t think I will catch the next person on the road and tell them to watch this film. I will not SMS in frenzied urgency. I will wait because my time to recommend this film and my turn to say why will come. Not tomorrow perhaps, not next year perhaps, but much, much later.
Maybe fifteen years later, when my children get involved in a group that insults foreigners...or maybe when they are the outsiders that people insult...maybe then, I will tell them about this movie. Until then, I'll probably live that story.
About how discrimination begins at home, how angry people beget angry reactions, and scared people hate. How the weak person can be strong. How the timid can be fierce and the loud can be dumb. How sometimes you let the authorities molest you and how sometimes you watch and let it happen. How the molester is probably a guy with a sick father who helped the voiceless get a good life.
How exploitation or fairness is not a legacy but a choice. How you could give a chance to a person one time and wrench away one from another.
How a prejudice is like a limitation…argue for it and it is yours.
It's a movie that will mature in the mind. Because its horrific how you can identify with the perpetrator as easily as you can with the victim. How you can have three experiences and dismiss off a race as acne. How bias is the truth, the lie, and everything in between.
About how you can miss out so much about a person because of the notion that they are wrong. Not your type.
About how you can think of a person as vile because he sullied you and be right. How you can thank him for being a savior and be right about that too.
I’ll tell my children how, when everything's said and done, people come home. How they look out the window and see where they belong and where they don't and they see the same place.
About how you will live in this world and learn that perception is reality...and how it isn't.
And when I'm done saying this, I'll tell them about the spectacular scene where Matt Dillon rescues the woman from the upturned car as gasoline scorches around them.
And how I almost missed Crash because I thought this was an action movie..the wrong movie for me, not my type.