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2001-11-16

Yesterday, I and a couple of people from my english class where at the movies. There were some differences about which to see, but eventually it was decided that it would be Training Day. I would rather have seen Rush Hour 2, but the others wouldn’t move an inch. I tried, and tried, I even used the “listen now, Mr Chan could kick Mr Washingtons ass any day, any place, and even with Chris Tucker holding onto his pants.” They didn’t listen.

However, the movie was better than I thought, perhaps because my low expectations. It kept a good pace and decent storybuilding up until the end, at which point the cardhouse were crushed by a 16 ton weight falling from nowhere. When it’s time to hand out the Lifetime Achivement Award For Overacting, Denzel Washington will be among the main contenders.