Director: Alejandro González Iñárritu
Year Released: 2000
Stop me if you've heard this before: a car crash acts as the "meeting point" for three intersecting, occasionally violent storylines - in the end, all of them are tied together neatly. Pop variation on not simply Tarantino but everyone else for that matter - who isn't tinkering with timelines these days? - in which people and dogs (their inclusion is the film's only piece of "creativity") are virtually interchangeable; life is fleeting, everyone's got hidden agendas, booked schedules. Middle section doesn't seem to work scrunched in the middle of all that sweat and lower-class living (the only dirtiness is under the floorboards). Amounts to little but could easily fool someone into thinking it's much deeper. The running time, no matter what, is much longer than necessary (Doug Liman's Go gets done a lot quicker).