Mr. Brooks isn't a stupid movie. It's not even a bad movie. But it certainly is a movie that thinks it's better than it is. Because of that, a film that could have been a black comedy with a hint of Silence of the Lambs rather finds itself looking more like the Stepford Wives remake.
Kevin Coster stars as Earl Brooks, Portland area Chamber of Commerce Man of the Year, loving husband, caring father, and generally a good guy. When he's not running his box company, he's fighting his addiction: murder.
One night, when Mr. Brooks falls off the wagon, amateur photographer and professional voyeur Mr. Smith (Dane Cook) catches him in the act. Instead of going to the cops, Mr. Smith has an idea. He wants to follow Brooks on his next murder. But Brooks is having problems at home (his daughter may be following in his footsteps) and there's a smart, independently wealthy policewoman (Demi Moore) on his trail. Fortunately, Brooks is an intelligent killer, one we can trust to find a way out of his predicament, even if it kills him.
The allure of Mr. Brooks isn't just the idea of leading man Costner playing against type; it's that he's playing against type with William Hurt backing him up the whole way. Hurt plays a schizophrenic delusion who coaches Brooks along the way, helping the serial killer clean up his messes and giving him a hand when Brooks is doing a crossword puzzle. Thanks to Conster and Hurt's back and forth, there are times when I laughed at the film, but with all the darkly comedic elements, I can't help but feel that the movie wanted me to laugh.
College humor comedian Dane Cook is oddly suited for his role as the voyeur, matching the film's campy undertone just enough to give his character credence. He is casting is just preposterous enough to make sense as the film weaves its way to the conclusion.
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1 - Laura
I just finished watching this DVD. Many people told me that they loved this movie, but I thought it was horrible.