Just saw Crash, the highly praised new film from the guy who wrote Million Dollar Baby. Expect a bunch of Oscar nominations early next year. It’s all about race and racism in Los Angeles, and by the time it was half-over, I wanted to kill myself. I don’t think there’s a true moment in the entire movie, but it’s so unrelievedly grim that I can see how some people might be fooled into thinking it profound (though even for the most guilty liberal, the truck full of Thai slaves will surely be a bit much). You can sit for 100 minutes watching this overwrought hysteria-fest or you can get the idea in two minutes by going to ITunes and downloading the catchy little ditty “Everyone’s a Little Bit Racist” from the wonderful Broadway musical Avenue Q, which goes: “Everyone’s a little bit racist sometimes,/Doesn’t mean we go around committing hate crimes…”