This Mr. Brooks (Kevin Costner) is a serial killer and his alter ego, who appears on camera and whispers murderous advice in the background, is played by William Hurt. That combo alone made me want to buy a ticket. Throw in Demi Moore as the detective cop that is hot on Mr. Brooks' trail and this plot sounds like a must-see movie. Slight problem. Let me try to explain it by the numbers:
20 - number of times this movie gave me the creeps 100 - minutes of this 120 minute movie that I was sweating ??? - number of people who got whacked 0 - number of times I ever want to see this movie again 4 - number of outstanding acting performances (add Danielle Panabaker) 3 - number of times I was downright frightened
Color me a sissy on this one. I did not like nor could I relate to anyone in this flick, but I don't think the writers, director, or producers cared. It was all about the story and intrigue of this twisted murderer that went to AA meetings and said the serenity prayer often because he was "addicted" to murder. And now you know why I got the creeps. I give this movie high marks for altering my emotions which is a primary goal of a good movie, but dang. I'm in it for a good time and now I think I need counseling. Some of you people will love this movie and rave about the deep thought-provoking aspect of modern-day reality, but most of you should keep that Memorial Day party atmosphere alive for another weekend and "...change the things you can." Rock 'n Roll.