’Training Day’ whips it out, finds male ego
You know the feeling when you get out of a car-chase movie, and you can't keep your foot off the gas pedal? Well, I walked out of 'Training Day' with the a smug strut, my shoulders hanging low as if they have muscle on them, my jaw clenched and eyes glaring. You wouldn't know from my JC Penney Catalog columnist mug up there, but I can be very imposing.