Not since American Beauty has a Hollywood picture been so surprising. The film is set in LA and evokes a similar mood as Lost in Translation. The first half made me restless: “Dave Chapelle does a much better job composing racist dialogues for his show on Comedy Central. Is this all the film has to offer?” But we are merely set up to be fully unprepared for what descends upon us in the second half.  What makes Crash in the end an amazing movie experience is that it creates a car accident in which you first think you know who is the guilty person. It turns out to be much more ambiguous and this ambiguity becomes the dramatic center of a poetic piece of cinema.