The Most Important Movie in 2007
Of all the movies I saw this year, The Brave One, starring Jodie Foster, resonated with me the most. I can't say I'm a Jodie Foster fan. Personally, when it comes to white actresses, my top 3 are Annette Benning, Nicole Kidman, and Scarlett Johansson, all for entirely different reasons of course. But, when I heard about the premise of The Brave One, for which Foster received a Golden Globe nomination, I knew I had to see it, and more importantly, my lady needed to see it with me.
The story goes something like this: Jodie Foster is Erica Bain, a radio host living in New York City, who is engaged to a doctor. One night, the couple is walking their dog in Central Park, when a gang of random, drunken thugs beat Foster and Prince Charming. Foster survives, barely, but wakes up out of her coma to find out that her fianceÂ´died soon after the attack. As she attempts to get her life back together by seeking justice on those who killed her boo, Bain gets frustrated by all the red tape of the traditional justice system, and instead decides to take matters into her own hands. And although the movie tries to sell a much bigger dilemma - that Bain is fed up withÂ all city scum, not just the ones who killed her boyfriend - I'm not buying it. Ultimately, Bain wants to serve the boys who served her man.
Now, I won't go into any more details about the movie itself, because I don't want to ruin it for those who haven't seen it. But seeing this Erica Bain character go so hard to avenge the death of her man made me wonder how far any woman would go to avenge the death of her one true love. Not to sound like the chauvinist I sometimes tend to be, but when has it ever been in a woman's nature to buy a gun and go after her main sqeeze's killer, in the name of love? Nothing comes to my head without having to think really, really, really hard.
The main question running through my head throughout the entire movie was what possesses a woman to go against the grain and get all thugged out over her boyfriend? Well, I'm no woman, but I'm thinking, it depends on the man, and then maybe, the situation. The situation because, if your woman has kids, then it's just not worth the risk. Daddy's dead and mama's serving 25-to-life for murder? That's just not a good look.
But if that situation doesn't apply to you, the thing you have to wonder is, in your woman's eyes, are you a man worth killing another man over? Bain's man in the movie was a doctor - not exactly one of those dime-a-dozen guys. Sure, love is blind, and all that other nonsense, but ladies, don't act like you would pick a Carl Winslow over a Dr. Huxtable if given the choice. Shit, if my own sister was about to marry a doctor and he got killed, I'd probably kill the bastards who did it my damn self. Whereas if she was about to marry the manager of the local grocery store, I'd probably tell her there's another boat coming. (I kid!)
Seriously though, you have to wonder about these things. Sure, my lady will ultimately have to move on if I left her too soon, but if my departure was at the hands of some brutal act committed by some no good ninja, am I worth the trouble of cold-blooded revenge? I hope so. I'm not pro-death penalty, but I wouldn't mind seeing my lady get all american gangster-like on my killer before she makes that move to the next man. What man wouldn't want to see that?
When my lady and I left the movie, I was too afraid to ask her if that was me who got killed, and she lived, would she take the Erica Bain route.Â Conversations about hypothetical premature deaths never end well, and besides, I'm no doctor. But I challenge every man to ask their woman, whether you're married or not, would she kill the man who killed you? And no, requesting the death penalty doesn't count, unless she says she'd pull the lever. That gets half a point.