The Brave One

I also used to talk a lot o’ shit about Jodie Foster. “Always playin’ the damsel-in-distress”, I muttered under my breath. But “Brave” was awesome. It’s the kind of film that turns interactive (the audience cheers & yells at the screen) when the action gets going.

Ms. Foster plays an evening talk radio jock reporting her spin on “things-that-go-bump-in-the-night” on the mean streets of the city. When “things-in-the-night” bump her & her boyfriend, her grief & rage compels her to buy an illegal handgun & take the law into her own tiny hands.

Hot on the case is a dapper, newly divorced detective played by Terrance Howard who’s gut tells him that she may be connected to the fresh vigilante killings that abound, making him torn between his badge of tin and his heart of gold.

The script is decent, the action ok and the bad guys are REALLY bad. Don’t be surprised if you find yourself cheering for their deaths like a Roman spectator at a gladiator bout in the Coliseum.