Crash

If it's true that "Everyone's A Little Bit Racist", as the Avenue Q song suggests, nothing lately has brought that home more for me than the movie Crash, the first flick Carol & I have seen in months. We both thought it was excellent, and we have been playing back scenes and bits of dialogue all week. In addition to race and ethnicity, it's also about class, power and crime. I wasn't at all bothered by the coincidences; I thought it was the conceit of the film. It was less violent than I feared, given its R rating, which was due largely to language, I'm guessing.

Coincidentally, I got an e-mail this week from the Tyler Perry fan club also touting the film. Don't know Tyler Perry? How about the character Madea in Diary of a Mad Black Woman? He says that "CRASH is on a whole other level and will move you in ways which everyone should experience."  

The real cool thing is that Carol & I used a babysitter for the first time in I don't know how long. Oh, we've had people over, but we've (or at least Carol has) been there at home with them. But Lydia took to Anna really well. When we left, Lydia didn't cry; heck, she didn't even seem to care that we were leaving. And when Anna left, she stood at the door, watching her leave like she does for her mother when I'm home with her. So, perhaps we'll have more films in our near future.