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Mr. Brooks(dir. Bruce A. Evens)
I might be overrating this film with the rating I'm going to give it(**), but there's a certain appeal in a film that is so oblivious of it's own ridiculousness. The appeal eventually wears off once you realize that it's not going to focus on it's ridiculousness but instead on the mundaneness that is it's plot. There are some moments that are ripe for campy hilarity but the film breezes through them to make them not as enjoyable as they could have been like a scene where Dane Cook's character pisses himself. It's presented in such a nonchalant and quick way that it's not even all that funny since it almost seems like the film is ashamed of it. You just sit there after seeing it and wonder if it actually happened. The film's best moments are easily the ones where Mr. Brooks deals with his daughter. She is such a fuck up that it's hilarious at how calm and reserve he is with her since he's supposed to be this sinister cold-blooded killer. It's the only thing that's truly funny in a campy way and when it takes a backseat in the second half, the film becomes dull, not realizing the fun to be had with it's ridiculousness. I'm not sure why I'm giving it this rating since the the second half was quite bad especially with it's "it was all a dream" ending but whatever.
** out of ****