Today was the opening day, so I went to a theatre see Babel.
What surfaces in "Babel" is a feverish, desperate desire for communication. Comprised of four segments spanning three continents in locations as disparate as Morocco and Tokyo, the characters make phone calls, text message, weep, kiss and clutch at each other's arms. The need to reach out is so palpable that it hurts; the main emotion recalled by the film is a great, protracted longing for understanding, closeness, that magical moment of actually connecting with someone else. At the same time you realize, too, the difficulty of this undertaking.
Indeed, this is another Clash-like story. But this "Babel" was large scale than Crash. Morocco, Japan, Mexico. They have different languages. This movie is about language difficulties. But even if our languages are different, we can somehow understand each other. After all, we are same human who live on one planet.