Hidden behind a wall of metal and glass the only chance for people to get in contact in L.A is to "crash".

Rating: 10/10 (1 February 2006)

This is stated at the beginning of the film, and from there on, from an insignificant car accident start a series of events involving characters from all social levels: you have a so called "mexican" girl whose parents are really from Puerto Rico and El Salvador, a Latino man with an ex-convict look who is really working his guts out to keep his daughter away from bullets in a better neighborhood, there's a racist white cop whose father is ill with whom his partner patrol man doesn't want to work anymore , you have black guys hijacking cars and giving us profound reflections on racism while one of them says he likes country music, you have the members of an Iraqui family who people call Arabs when they say they are Persian or a Chinese man devoted to illegal traffic of people and then finally you have the WASP American with a status, the district attorney's wife who is angry with everyone from the maid to the gardener on a racial basis only to find they are the only friends she's got. Parallel stories narrated briefly, interact creating some kind of circle around the main topic racism, hatred, prejudices, false appearances, the struggle of good and evil. What I really like about this film is the way it makes us look at ourselves in the mirror, and say, hey I really do this sometimes, how come?. Sometimes these short stories end up like a fable and not like it would happen in real life, there's some lyric in every scene, it suggests what it might have happened but does not give us violence or punishment as a solution, only thoughts, deep thoughts.