Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Passion to the Third Degree .
I saw â€œMr. Brooksâ€ tonight. Loved the movie. Always great to see women in their 40â€™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 itâ€™s hard to get inside the characterâ€™s head, but the conscience allowed that. Lots of subplots and threads that wove together nicely and often unexpectedly (as in, his targets werenâ€™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. Thatâ€™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.