“Crash,” the movie starring Matt Dillon, Ryan Phillipe, Sandra Bullock, Brendan Fraser, among others in an all-star cast, is in a nutshell “Pulp Fiction” with themes of racism and karma instead of underground gang warfare and drugs. Racism and karma also happen to be extremely dominant themes in introspective conversations between myself and the college roommie for the past 2 weeks or so. This is yet another way for the universe/spirit guides/powers that be to throw the obvious in my face. Kinda like what it did with “What Dreams May Come.” I immediately called the college roommie upon exiting the theatre. “You have to watch it before I get up there so we can talk about it,” I told her. “It is the culmination of everything we had been talking about.” The film artfully portrays the loose ends created between 6 or so sets of people and their relations to each other, and in the second half of the movie, it welds together each of these frayed ends. The result is many relationships of self-realization and interpersonal growth, some pleasant and touching, some uncomfortably baring. I won’t give away any more in case anyone wants to watch it. I highly recommend it, and would enjoy discussion with you on the movie.