People who fucking talk during movies - don't whisper to their friends, don't recite lines along, but actually out-and-out speak, just like that, "So, yeah, have you, like, seen that other movie he's in where he rolls across the table covered in flour?" during the fucking tension-filled climax of the fucking movie - won't even wait until the first set of purges; the ruthless, efficient slaughter of every single one will herald my rise to power.

The Corruptor is a fantastic movie. Shame about the first half-hour. If they'd beaten it into a bit more shape, made it as slick and impressive as the rest of it, not wild and unruly and flailing all over the place like it is, that would be a high-quality flick.

Training Day, on the other hand, needed to rethink the last half-hour. Good damn solid performances there. I was particularly impressed with Ethan Hawke, actually. Then again, his role had more meat to it. But the ending... sagged. I was cranked up, I was jumping with anticipation in the lead-up. It was solid. But then... it was average.

And that was really damn disappointing.

But I really, really mean it about the talking in movies.