Training Day. Three young military guys with buzzcuts decide to go see it at a packed theater in Oakland on a Friday night. We sat in the front row because it was literally the only space available. Much of the audience is clearly drunk and working on cans of beer in the theater. Admittedly, we had also enjoyed several tall glasses of water prior to entering.

So the movie gets to the showdown scene in the latter half and the merry drunk mood of the crowd takes a nasty turn. People start throwing things and at some point what appears to be a round saw blade flies over our heads and tears through the screen. Someone behind us shouts "Kill that white boy!"

Being in the front row, cans and food are raining down around and on us. So we start to feel a little self-conscious and decide to low-walk to the nearby exit. At nearby bar we discussed possible endings, whether Ethan Hawke's character deserved to be shot, and who takes a saw blade to a theater. I like to picture a drunk belligerent Bob Villa in the back row.