Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Passion to the Third Degree .
I saw “Mr. Brooks” tonight. Loved the movie. Always great to see women in their 40’s in meaty roles, though at times, Demi Moore felt a bit stiff. At times I thought the movie was a bit bizarre with his conscience or whatever talking to him, but it became amusing and a great plot device as the movie wore on and it really grew on me. The big problem in movies vs. books is that it’s hard to get inside the character’s head, but the conscience allowed that. Lots of subplots and threads that wove together nicely and often unexpectedly (as in, his targets weren’t always who I thought they were). Interesting, too, what an over-indulgent dad might have to deal with.
The violence was rather graphic, though, and sometimes gratuitous. That’s what I was thinking as I walked to my car. About the violence and the level of its necessity and how bloody the movie was in parts.
Then I noticed the long bumper sticker on the car next to mine: THIS VEHICLE UNDER THE PROTECTION OF BEING WASHED IN THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB.