There are a lot of bad movies being made these days, but if we're honest with ourselves and can look past the veil of nostalgia, we'll recognize that there has always been a lot of bad movies. Maybe it's the script. Maybe it's the performances. Maybe the director just can't keep the film's disparate elements from spinning out of control. Maybe Dane Cook is in it.
Bad movies are everywhere and happening all the time. But the badness of Mr. Brooks is an elusive, rare kind of terrible. It's like a comet or a leap year, you're only going to be around to see one or two in your lifetime. Mr. Brooks doesn't just have a bad script, or a bad performance, or an unfocused director or bad editing or too many plot points, or Dane Cook. It has ALL OF THESE THINGS. Mr. Brooks is firing on every bad cylinder and it becomes a beautiful thing to witness. And I haven't even mentioned the tiny fact that Kevin Costner plays a serial killer with an imaginary friend.
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