Training Day

Koko: Coincidence almost ruins this movie. Think about how many Latinos live in Los Angeles. Now consider the odds that an accidental pink wallet from the first twenty minutes will later prevent a shotgun from blowing Ethan Hawke's head all around a bathtub. Nevertheless, I was impressed: despite its handicap, the film has guts, and as Lee Ermey reminds his beloved maggots in Full Metal Jacket, sometimes guts is enough. Even when your squad leader is otherwise silly and ignorant.

Slothrop: A thrill ride, for sure. But did this movie really need a van full of very upset Russians? It did not. Does anyone ever need a van of really upset Russians? Directors of movies that have guns in them, think on this one.