Thus, Scott (Adrien Brody) walks into an Italian bar and can only comment on how no one speaks English, all while eye-fucking Monika (Moran Atias), who sits a few stools down. Such insight persists across the film’s dozen-character ensemble. If Crash can be used as a cinematic litmus test to separate the wheat from the chaff, then Third Person intensifies that challenge by making already absurd and offensive precepts regarding race comprehensibly cretinous, as the “coincidences” of a single city are now dispersed across time, geographical space, and the film’s catastrophically elongated 137-minute runtime.