I don't like cocoa puffs with two-percent fat milk, but I was stirred awake early this morning, so I’m swirling my plastic spoon inside the paper bowl of dyed puffed-corn balls and thick, chalky, two-percent milk.
Last night I went to the late showing of Crash at the local independent theater. I had read only a few reviews regarding the film, and really did not expect it to be as intense, honest, and emotional as it was. The movie brings about a great level of introspection and reflection to the viewer. I think that type of thought should be encouraged, and therefore recommend it to each of my friends as an important social commentary film.
The film takes an interesting point of view on Los Angeles, stated early on in the movie that really; no one in L.A. gets close enough to ever connect (until they crash…) The direct quote is:
Its the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA, nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
And so I go, emotionally crashing into those who enter my life. My cocoa puffs are now soggy.
