I went to Baja Fresh to grab dinner Thursday after work, and was struck by the racial diversity in the restaurant. I've seen Crash, so, needless to say, I was well aware of the potential hotbed of activity into which I'd thrown myself. Would I get out alive?
The girl behind the counter that takes my order is Mexican. In fact, all the employees are. Is there some kind of work-release program for illegals? Check on this later.
A black man brushes by me while I stand in line. Is that a knife in his pocket? Why's he wearing a cap? Is that a disguise? Maybe it's gang-related. I edge slowly away. I see he has his son with him; are those stolen Timberlands? Man, this place is a deathtrap.
I see another black guy sitting in the corner. Maybe they're here to watch the Spurs game on the flat-screen TV mounted on the wall next to the salsa bar. Typical.
The action on the TV cuts from the game to a crowd interview with Steve Nash. I feel a flood of recognition: This is what the Mexicans have been waiting for! Commie propaganda!
Seriously, we're one trash can through a window away from some serious riots here.
Before I saw Crash, I would have just thought we were all trying to grab a late-night taco. But now I know better.
Thank you, Paul Haggis.
Thank you.
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These Tortillas Taste Like Racism: A Journal
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Re: These Tortillas Taste Like Racism: A Journal
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JD Tatum
on Fri 10 Mar 2006 05:48 AM PST | Profile | Permanent Link
I ain't ever leaving Texas!
*hops on horse and rides into the sunset* Re: These Tortillas Taste Like Racism: A Journal
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princessfiona
on Fri 10 Mar 2006 11:20 AM PST | Profile | Permanent Link
I hope you arent serious?! But if you are then that shows that the movie might be right and all white people are sterotypical racist!
Re: These Tortillas Taste Like Racism: A Journal
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Kyle
on Fri 10 Mar 2006 12:15 PM PST | Profile | Permanent Link
I just got around to reading your reply to my earlier comment, and since you're still talking about, I guess I'll respond.
When I say that I agree with your assessment but still I liked Crash, what I'm saying is that the reasons you give for not liking Crash do not make it a bad movie. Those reasons make it a surface level story and make it a fable of sorts. Maybe you didn't like it, but it was still better than 75% of the crap that gets distributed to all the multiplexes and Tinseltowns. With that said, it's not the kind of movie that should be winning best picture oscars. Read my latest to get further incite into my opinion on the matter. |
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