Crash

I went to work today, did my work, got the hell out of there and took myself off to the movie house to watch a movie. The movie was called Crash.
The movie did not have one story but a bunch of interconnected stories all tied up with the issue of race. It all takes place in the RACIAL HOTBED of Los Angeles.
There was a racist cop played by Matt Dillon who hates blacks. He hates blacks because the government handed over his father's garbage business to blacks and his old man went bust. Driving around in his patrol car, he looks for black folks to torment. He spots a black guy driving an expensive car and sees what he believes is a white woman giving the black dude a blow job. They're actually married, and she is only, uh, mulatto? half-black-half-white? What is the PC word for it? Anyway, she is drunk and shoots her mouth off and something not very nice happens courtesy of the nasty white racist cop.
A white District Attorney (Brendan Fraser) and his wife (Sandra Bullock) get their car stolen by two black dudes. The wife hates blacks because she thinks they are all criminals and she seems to have been proven right.
Amazingly, the two black car thieves, or actually one of them, he won't shut up about how white folks don't trust black folks. That was pretty amusing.
In another story, a Persian immigrant and his daughter try to buy a gun off a white dude in his gun shop but the white dude gets angry at the Persian guy because he thinks he is Arabic, maybe a cousin of those bastards who flew planes into the World Trade Centre.
Then there is the Hispanic locksmith who replaced the locks in the house of the DA and his wife and the wife saw his low-slung chinos and tatts and made him for a gang banger so loudly demands that her DA husband get somebody else to come and change the locks again the next morning because she is sure the Hispanic locksmith is gonna sell the keys to one of his homies.
The locksmith also gets called out to the old Persian guy's shop to fix a lock on the door but due to a misunderstanding the Persian guy thinks he's being tricked or something.
Everything escalates and gets totally out of hand. People don't understand each other, they just see a nigger or a spook or a dim sim or a towelhead.
The movie was excellent. Great dialogue, compelling at every second, not a dull minute, wonderful soundtrack (by a guy called Mark Isham), superb acting.
There were two scenes that really got to me with their emotional power so I was almost crying like a girl: the crash scene where the racist cop rescues the woman from the car, and the scene with the vanishing bullet (you'll know it when you see it.)
[The screen was sufficiently large and the audience behaved themselves. There was only a minor disturbance with an old guy a few seats to my right who went into a couple of superloud coughing fits so I missed a line or two, but the cough sounded so alarming that I was more concerned for the old fellow's welfare. Yes, I am humanitarian of the goddam year. Thank you and goodnight.]