'The Brave One': How'd you like the ending?
I just finished re-reading Lisa Schwarzbaum’s C+ reviewof The Brave One, and 90 percent of me couldn’t agree with her more — from herpraise of Nicky Katt’s “invigorating” supporting work as “thecity’s only reliably contemporary, unanguished cop” to her complaint that”there’s a progressively alienating deficiency of logic in the provocativeenterprise, a diminishing return as the subsequent kills pile up.” Andyet…well, I don’t want to spoil anything for those of you who haven’t seem themovie yet, so let’s continue this conversation after the jump.
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So as much as The Brave One didn’t meet my Oscar-baitexpectations, I have to admit: I kind of loved the movie’s completely ludicrousending. When Terrence Howard’s straight-laced Det. Mercer hands over the gun toFoster’s character, and then watches as she screeches at the vicious thug onthe floor to “shut the f*** up” before blowing his face off, I experienced a surprising wave of delight.Maybe because, at that point, the movie had devolved into pure vigilantefantasy, and was merely reaching its natural conclusion. I mean, I don’t pauseto worry about the moral implications of what’s happening on the screen whenArnie mows down a row of baddies in Commando, so why can’t Jodie Foster get thesame free pass? I’m just wondering if anyone else had a similar reaction, or ifyou couldn’t suspend your disbelief enough to buy The Brave One‘s thoroughlyimplausible conclusion. Holla!