I do not write about cinema to fill or empty theaters.
I am not interested in attracting attention, nor do I look for speakers.
I do not write to please anyone , nor to “educate”.
Much less to “prove” that I “know” about cinema.
Nor am I infallible.
Sometimes I am wrong, but that is my problem: that is how I conceive writing.
I have abandoned my pretense as a merchant inside the temple, and I do not exchange my boots for brand shoes.
I write about cinema because I am not sure if tomorrow I will open my eyes again with the certainty that the promised land awaits me.
This is a pretext for not referring loosely to the film “Mr Brook”, by Bruce A.
Its protagonist, Kevin Cotsner, is not used to being a market postcard.
But here he gets into a too irrelevant project.
I have seen this film between shocks and fatal premonitions and, in order not to repeat the same pessimistic speech, I reserve the right to videotape other less ambitious proposals, “old” perhaps or “unknown” sometimes, but proposals that help to think.
It is true that the performances are good, that the photography is impeccable , that the script is well
But it is also true that it is not the first time that the sum of “so many good things” produces a mediocre result.
Above all, because a work like “Mr Brook” does not entertain, nor does it “bounce the blow”, nor does it constitute a cultural reference.
If it is of any use, it is to kill the few manatees that survive with dignity in our Caribbean islands.
+ Technical sheet:
Title: Mr. Brook Director: Bruce A. Evans.
Genre: Thriller. Screenplay: Bruce A. Evans and Raynold Gideon. Cast: Kevin Costner, Demi Moore, William Hurt, Dane Cook, Marg Helgenberger, Ruben Santiago-Hudson, Danielle Panabaker, Aisha Hinds, Lindsay Crouse and Jason Lewis. Synopsis: An apparently harmless mind
businessman addicted to murder struggles between reason and wisdom to discern between what can change and what cannot.