Mr. Brooks

I could smell the extra perfume walking into the theater, then throughout the movie I could hear women shuffling through purses and random chatter with sentences like “What’s going on?” “Who’s that?” “Why did he do that?” every two seconds. I was expecting to find empty cans of prunes on the floor after the movie ended… yes, MR. BROOKS is a thriller for 60-year-olds and up. I’m pretty sure I’ll revisit this one when my denture adhesive fastens.

In the first of three movies, a man (Kevin Costner) is controlled by his murder-and-mayhem-loving alter ego (William Hurt), while his daughter is the suspect of murder. Detective Tracy Atwood (Demi Moore) is on the hunt for Brooks, who is called “The Thumbprint Killer” while dealing with a lawsuit from her ex-husband and running from an escaped convict. Lastly, Dane Cook plays Mr. Smith, a man who wants to experience a kill after witnessing a murder by Mr. Brooks.

I don’t think I have seen that many old people in a theater since the last Clint Eastwood movie was released. The movie is slow paced, overly intricate and poorly scripted – perfect for the fragile minds who like leaving the theater overwhelmed. A few hours after BROOKS ended I was still trying to digest the mess I just saw and decided it wasn’t even worth it, especially after I found out that this is supposed to be a trilogy. I thought I had already sat through the entire three films, at least that’s how it felt.

MR. BROOKS carried about two subplots too many, specifically the escaped convict coming after Detective Tracy Atwood (Demi Moore). It was completely unnecessary and did absolutely nothing for the film other than add 15-minutes to the running time. One of my favorite additions to the film was the way they attacked unanswered questions in the epilogue. Spoiler: One subplot is that Atwood is a Detective with a bank account of $67 million, so everyone wants to know “why?” Brooks calls her and says “I’ll tell you something if you tell me why you do what you do with a bank account of $67 million,” to which she explains herself – end movie. Seriously. That’s how it ends. End Spoiler

Besides the atrocious acting by the unfunny Dane Cook, the screenplay was a mess and the dialogue was laughable. There were lines that went as far as “what does it all mean?”
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a terrible movie – but if you want a watered down AMERICAN PSYCHO you’ll find it here. Costner and Hurt are fabulous (even with his little red bow tie) and there are some incredible moments that will wake you up just long enough to hear all of the old people in the theater asking questions. Yet another mediocre summer continues with MR. BROOKS, so if you’re really that bored you might want to check this out, otherwise I recommend putting the cane away for another 20 years.


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