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Up the Vigilante
The Brave One / Ranylt Richildis
No one does Hollywood anguish like Jodie Foster. If Jamie Lee Curtis once held sway as the Scream Queen, Foster’s reign as the Anguish Queen has yet to sunset. It percolated in her child-star days with The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane and Taxi Driver, roared to the surface with her turn as a rape victim in The Accused, then exploded into Anguished Ass-Kicking in films like The Silence of the Lambs, Panic Room and Flight Plan; the anguished, perplexed put-upon female Takes Back, man. While I wouldn’t qualify Foster’s thespian production as ranged, I’ll concede that her acting has a solidity to it that more or less satisfies the demands of her roles. No one does Jodie Foster like Jodie Foster. Her slight frame — buffed yet vulnerable (especially in later films) — always seems on the verge of either a tremble or a torque; her brow furrows in a way that suggests inner philosophical animadverting whenever she’s under challenge; and — more and more often — you just know she’s packing and ready to use it with thin-lipped, regretful determination.
Given this, Foster must have seemed like the perfect choice to play the vengeful victim in Neil Jordan’s The Brave One, a by-the-numbers revenge tale designed to remain safely formulaic thanks in part to Foster’s patented, ever so familiar brand of bravado. There are no narrative surprises here, and Foster’s presence guarantees that audiences will encounter a cozy, known entity on this particular screen. Her anguish has been spit-shined to a high gloss over the past couple of decades, and so have the Anguish films she’s carried; while Silence refracted a grainy quality (as psychological, perhaps, as it was cinematographic), lines, corners and surfaces in Panic Room, Flight Plan and The Brave One are shiny-blue and taut with that Hollywood-issued incandescence that not only seems to have replaced all the bulbs in studio lighting technology, but daylight itself. Jordan’s once-surreal style has been banished altogether in his latest film — organic forms are now geometric, and even the Jordan darkness which pervaded the edges of objects in his earlier movies has become limited and generic.
Despite the lack of novelty, fans of the revenge genre (count me in) stand a good chance of enjoying themselves, or of at least having their attention held for two hours. It’s not the most galvanizing revenge romp out there, but Jordan — deploying his tropes from within the confines of Hollywood formula — doesn’t drop the ball. Don’t look for a new twist on the old strudel; it’s the endings of revenge films that vary slightly, and which make or break a movie, and Jordan selected one of the standard wind-downs to go along with his very standard story. He’s made sure the violence is take-no-prisoners visceral, but he also pays due attention to the interplay between the vigilante, Foster’s Erica Bain, and the cop who slowly uncovers her identity (here played by Terrence Howard, looking as kind and snuggly as ever). The Brave One has three modes: Bain’s tortured recollection of better days spliced with snatches from the vicious attack that killed her fiancĂ© and left her for dead; explosive vigilante violence; and long quiet exchanges between Bain and Detective Mercer as they manipulate each other and nurture an unlikely kind of a friendship, ethically speaking. It’s in these exchanges where nuance flowers (however generically) and the straight-up, can-do studio talents of Foster and Howard get full play.
A near analog to The Brave One would be Abel Ferrara’s 1981 Ms .45, in which a teed-off rape victim stalks random men on the streets of New York. While rape doesn’t explicitly figure into Bain’s triggering experience, her need to substitute elusive, unknown attackers with unrelated prey steers the action (as opposed to this month’s other vigilante fare, Death Sentence, in which the grieving relative knows exactly who to aim for). The prey Bain hunts aren’t any more innocent or sympathetic than the men who hurt her. She locks onto would-be rapists, murderous spouses and abusive johns. While it was her fiancĂ© who lost his life in the attack (if you were about to marry a tender Naveen Andrews, only to have him randomly beaten to death with a pipe, wouldn’t you be tempted to crack down the middle, too?), there’s no question that The Brave One examines a particular strain of violence: that which is perpetrated by men against women with gendered causal overtones.
It’s the sight of men murdering their wives, or the threat of rape on a subway, or the abduction of an under-aged prostitute and a perv’s repeated susurration of whore which enable Bain to shoot with steady hands. The New York streets that she once extolled as a talk-radio voice have been transformed, thanks to Jordan’s staging and Foster’s cringing, into an amphitheater of physical threat. It starts the moment Bain leaves the hospital, with what is perhaps one of the most easily missed, metaphorically crafty shots I’ve seen in a big studio film in ages: Jordan’s camera looks down the lobby corridor of Bain’s apartment building and through a glass door as she exits a cab on her return home. As he establishes a visual and psychological claustrophobia that will plague his victim in coming days with this tight, trite POV, a 300-pound construction worker toting a motherfucking chainsaw blinks through the background, ogling Bain like she’s the street-meat de jour. That construction worker embodies the male-gaze malaise women deal with outside of their homes, and he’s the first in a series of men clustered in groups or hurrying along sidewalks who are made to appear accidentally sinister, until Bain begins her rampage and gradually transforms into a chunk of homicidal steel.
The thing that draws many of us to the revenge genre, of course, is its safely fictional presentation of efficient street justice. Libertarians gleefully nod along with vindicated smugness, while anti-capital punishment advocates squirm in a soup of their own guilt. The former have already reconciled their unchallenged emotions to some form of political argument, while the latter, without relinquishing their own positions in any real way, can still enjoy a funneling thrill of reason and passion at war within themselves. All but the most hardline of audience members will probably experience some degree of inner tension as their objective logic clashes with the human-nature jolt of satisfaction each time a violent predator is rubbed out (I would definitely exclude the apparently unconflicted Handy McClapper five rows ahead of me and to the right, who applauded with sustained gusto each time Bain leveled a baddie). Neil Jordan has expressed, in past interviews, a deep interest in irrationality and embattled logic, and The Brave One is the Jordan vehicle that best captures this dichotomy, which is built right into the genre. Enjoy your applause and/or guilt-laced vicarious thrill — the violence and the message deliver unapologetically.
Ranylt Richildis lives in Ottawa, Canada. She can usually be found sneezing in college libraries or dropping chalk in lecture halls, but she’s somehow managed to squeeze in a film or two a day for the last decade.
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Comments
"...until Bain begins her rampage and gradually transforms into a chunk of homicidal steel.."
WOOOOOT! I'm so there for this, it also looks like a pretty decent update of Death Wish.
PS: And to think that Julianne Moore actually thought she could step into Clarisse Starling's shoes. Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft
Posted by: BarbadoSlim at September 15, 2007 1:54 PM
Ranylt, now that Jeremy has become frustratingly intermittent, you are my favourite Pajiban. Both this and your "Hunting Party" review are fantastic, polished and erudite and funny. You give online movie criticism a good name.
Posted by: be right back at September 15, 2007 1:57 PM
This movie sucked. Don't waste yourself on it.
Posted by: kind at September 15, 2007 2:07 PM
kind at:
Would you care to elaborate on that?
Posted by: BarbadoSlim at September 15, 2007 2:09 PM
"I want my dog back!" *gunshot
Great review, Ranylt, especially the introduction/survey of Jodie Foster's career of anguish.
Posted by: Kevin Longrie at September 15, 2007 2:20 PM
Neat and tidy violence is for James Bond films [which we know aren't real]. I wouldn't expect Jodie Foster to be in a direct-to-video story. I prefer my revenge violence "A History of Violence" style. The bad guys deserve what they get, but it never feels "good" afterward.
Posted by: OldSchool at September 15, 2007 2:54 PM
i've been waiting with open arms for this movie.
i love jodie foster.
i love jodie foster in good movies (silence of the lambs, contact, taxi driver), i like jodie foster in ok movies (panic room, maverick) and i like jodie foster in shitty as hell movies (flightplan, anna and the king). i love jodie foster in the morning, in the afternoon and in my coffee. jodie foster is the best.
so i might have to see this movie.
Posted by: citizen_cris at September 15, 2007 7:53 PM
For the first time since South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut (and to a far lesser extent: Snakes on a Plane), my brother and I both want to see the same film.
And that film is The Brave One.
I want to see it for Foster's wonderful performance, my brother wants to see it because he's NYPD. It's a win, win. We both like revenge flicks as well, which doesn't hurt.
I can't wait to tell him it doesn't suck.
Posted by: Robert at September 15, 2007 9:10 PM
When did Jodie Foster start looking like Mariska Hagerty?
Posted by: Bucko at September 15, 2007 11:06 PM
Bucko, I agree; she doesn't look like herself. But I thought she looked more like Amanda Tapping, that woman from Stargate SG-1.
Despite the formulaic plot, I really want to see this. Something about Howard and Foster in the same film just excites me.
Posted by: Brie at September 15, 2007 11:36 PM
I will see this, eventually.
But only for Nicky Katt.
I love that guy.
Posted by: Jerce at September 15, 2007 11:59 PM
Hmmm, I think I'll pass on this one. Ranylt's review of The Brave One pretty much confirmed the impression I took from the film's trailer: the movie is basically Death Wish on estrogen. Except Neil Jordan went and gave the movie a garnish of feminist cant, to judge from the review.
Thanks, but if I need some cinematic vigilante justice, I'll stick with Charles Bronson. At least Bronson didn't feel the need to preach at the audience.
And, besides, I still haven't seen 3:10 to Yuma...
Posted by: Wes S. at September 16, 2007 1:36 AM
No one does Jodie Foster like Jodie Foster.
For whatever inexplicable reason, I find this line entirely too amusing, and my giggling is drawing odd looks.
I think that's a sort of compliment?
Posted by: the hel at September 16, 2007 3:50 AM
I wish I could draw odd looks at 3:50 am.
Posted by: Bucko at September 16, 2007 4:00 AM
I wonder if Handy McClapper knows Walky Walkerson and Jerky Jerknut? Those two dipnits live in my neighborhood and get up to di-dos, let me tell you. Jodie would have at 'em, I'm most certain. Bless.
Posted by: rebeccah at September 16, 2007 4:36 AM
Different time zone. Not that it especially matters, as my household is filled with naught but insomniacs anyway. :D
Posted by: the hel at September 16, 2007 8:22 AM
Hmmm...
Opening review of artist's CV to establish credibility-- check.
Overwritten prose ("shiny-blue and taut with that Hollywood-issued incandescence...")-- check.
Superfluous reference to a movie the reviewer knows most readers won't know to cement credibility (Abel Ferrara's 1981 Ms .45)-- check.
Requisite social commentary (Libertarians gleefully nod along with vindicated smugness...)-- check.
Yep. Definitely a Pajiba review.
This site never lets me down.
Posted by: Just tired at September 16, 2007 11:33 AM
Thanks for expanding my vocabulary with "susurration."
Posted by: Al Christensen at September 16, 2007 12:53 PM
@ just tired
So you don't want evocative description, any acknowledgement of film history that exceeds your own knowledge, nor any of issues beyond the cinematic even if they're plainly relevant, and you don't care what any of the involved players have done previously. Maybe movie reviews that try to have value beyond just reflecting the reviewer's knee-jerk emotional response just aren't for you?
And a quick survey of the previous five reviews reveals that they don't follow the pattern you cite.
Well. Maybe you're just tired.
Posted by: be right back at September 16, 2007 1:58 PM
Don't forget "Carny."
Posted by: Pearlsb4Swine at September 16, 2007 2:57 PM
I'm damn tired of gun movies. Does it seem to anybody else like the Gun Lobby is going over the friggin' top with the volume of movies its pushing this year? I'm tired of this "you're only safe when you have a gun" b.s. being thrown at me every time I turn on the television. Kill Bill and Sin City were great, but I'm burnt out.
Posted by: Julian at September 16, 2007 11:51 PM
I prefer my revenge violence "A History of Violence" style. The bad guys deserve what they get, but it never feels "good" afterward.
I found "History of Violence" to be one of the most realistic movies I've ever seen (along with the Pan's Labryinth war scenes). The violence was exactly what it was, with no extra camera work, soundtrack work, anything.
Disturbing as hell and fantastic cinema. The preview for this didn't look half as good.
Posted by: twig at September 17, 2007 9:59 AM
I agree with you Twig but to play the devil's advocate those two movies were a few years ago and our society (as a whole) is so blanketed from violence (compared to previous centuries) that very few of us would have the guts to stab someone to death ... guns are just less "messy".
So if you make a revenge movie, guns is usually the way to go. Unless you're saying no to violence in movie in general and than that's your perogative ...
Posted by: Maria at September 17, 2007 10:08 AM
"PS: And to think that Julianne Moore actually thought she could step into Clarisse Starling's shoes."
^5 BarbadoSlim: Good subtle cross-reference to Lechter's characterization of Clarice's cheap shoes. Unfortunately, Thomas Harris had already prostituted his brilliant creation of Clarice Starling when he wrote that literary abortion in which Julianne Moore performed. Fortunately, JM is not as good at playing Jodie Foster as is Jodie Foster (big call out to you, Ms. Richildris!) because the character named Clarice Starling in the tertiary installment of the Hannibal Lechter triptich had already been butchered by the author. Although playing a similarly named character, Ms. Moore could only mouth scraps of dialogue attributed to the mutilated original. Jodie Foster wisely turned down the role.
Posted by: rudy at September 17, 2007 10:31 AM
I read an interview with Jodie Foster a few weeks ago where she said, in her pov, her character is essentially the bad guy, and that the choices she makes throughout the movie are systematically wrong ones. I haven't seen this reflected in any of the reviews I've read, so I wonder if they just aren't bothering to mention them, or if her performance was edited to keep it a strict vengance film. Or maybe it would just give away the end of the film?
Posted by: pinkcheese at September 17, 2007 11:17 AM
I love Neil Jordan (although this does seem terribly formulaic for him) but I just can't watch Jodie Foster since Sommersby. Every time I see her face, all I can hear is "Ah nevah loved heem, the way Ah loved yooo".
Posted by: PaddyDog at September 17, 2007 11:34 AM
Its funny that a movie like this would come out now. In the 70's and 80's theatres will full of revenge films (eg Charles Bronson's Death Wish movies), that in many ways reflected the feeling that our urban areas were spiraling out of control. The Brave One feels thirty years out of date.
Posted by: summerteeth at September 17, 2007 11:58 AM
This is the kind of Vigilante film that wants to provoke thought, but doesn't have the teeth for it. Every single one of her victims is portrayed as an absolute monster, and every one of them attacks her first, (ala Greedo) so they can all be felled in self defense.
If just one them had turned out to be innocent, or even ambiguous, it might have been worth the effort. As it stands, not so much.
My fellow patrons went totally bonkers with glee at each and every killing. But it wasn't entirely their fault. This film is just that dumb.
Posted by: Scott at September 17, 2007 4:35 PM
Naveen Andrews, huh? I just can't deal with that. Wherefore art thou, Sayid? Wherefore art thou, um, Juliette Binoche's love interest from The English Patient? I love that guy. He's definitely top-50 on the "If I Had to . . ." list.
SOW, "Andrews"? WTF?
Jodie: Nell anyone? "Is that my Oscar in there?!?!?! Is that my Oscar in there?!?!?"
Thanks, Ranylt. Insightful and non-critic-traditional as usual. Thank you.
Posted by: socalledonlycousins at September 17, 2007 8:32 PM
Uh, SoCalled, You may want to check out Ella's comment in the How Much TiVo...thread re: "wherefore". You are not asking where Sayid is located but, rather, why he exits. I think that is directly contrary to your intent but, maybe not.
Posted by: rudy at September 18, 2007 9:39 AM
rudy, I actually was just snarking around without too much thought. But since he gets brained with a pipe, metaphorically exiting, "wherefore" probably works.
Posted by: socalledonlycousins at September 18, 2007 1:06 PM
Thanks SoCalled, we seem to rarely agree but I always laugh out loud, with you, on your comments. I respect the depth of intellectual snarkiness even in your (self-identified) unintended allusions in your ripostes.
Posted by: rudy at September 18, 2007 2:57 PM
Handy McClapper-lmao.
^^I'm stealing that.^^
And I wanted to add that even though I am anti-capital punishment (and I can't speak for everyone who is the same as I), when I watch these, I know it's not a documentary. I know it's not something that's really happening. And I know it's entertainment. So it's not like I sit in my seat and am like "HOLY SHIT! THIS IS OFFENSIVE!" I'm just like "Damn,(s)he kicks ass!" or something. And personally, even though I have my own opinions set in stone about that, I still think it's healthy to question if something like revenge movies WERE real and how I might feel then. Just sitting in a pile of your own viewpoints and shutting everything out makes life way too boring. =)
And I really DID want to see this movie, and it's so Netflixed. =)
Posted by: Kim at September 23, 2007 4:09 PM
Spoilers:
This movie was complete and utter bullshit. I'm supposed to applaud this women for killing 8 (7 unarmed) people? Four of whom had nothing to do with her initial attack? What's so "brave" about that? Then the cops let her go?!?!? But this horse I ain't buying.
I think the filmmakers were aiming for us to watch her transformation, from a woman in awe of NYC's idiosyncrasies to a woman all too familiar with it's faults. I guess they wanted us to stand up and cheer (as many in my theater did) when she shot at unarmed people and then sought out new victims. I suppose I was feel sorry for her when she wanted to confess her sins but couldn't. But that didn't happen. Instead, I was disgusted and appalled, moreso by the lemmings in the audience buying this crap.
If they had stuck to her finding and shooting her attackers, I might have justified her actions. But random strangers, even evil, mean, and vile ones? Hell no.
Posted by: CIJI at September 24, 2007 1:58 PM
the problem with this film is that, other than the parts where she's "blowing away scumbags" and interacting with Terrence Howard once he became suspicious, it was dead boring and formulaic.
Oh, and the ending was ludicrous.
Posted by: Hiviper at October 14, 2007 1:25 AM


