Crash is simply the worst Best Picture ever, a meaningless fantasy of out-loud racial epithets with all the subtlety of an afterschool special.
Thank God MSNBC's Erik Lundegaard, for one, gets it:
Yes, we all bear some form of racism — that’s obvious. Yes, we all “stereotype” other races in some fashion — that’s obvious. (Particularly obvious in the Los Angeles of “Crash,” where so many characters are stereotypes.) But, no, we don’t easily give voice to our racist sentiments. And that’s why “Crash” rings so false.
...The most potent form of racism in this country is no longer overt but covert. Once upon a time, yes yes yes, it was overt, which is another reason why “Crash” sucks. It’s doing what simple-minded generals do: It’s fighting the last war.
Crash reminded me of John Singleton's Higher Learning, which thought it was a desperately-needed examination of the very real tensions created by college diversity, but instead was a ridiculous thriller about neo-Nazi skinheads trying to murder the minorities and lesbians on campus.
Why did Crash win the Oscar? It was a pedantic, wildly exaggerated statement about the racial situation in LA. What could possibly interest the Beverly Hills crowd more?