Four Brothers
There’s something about John Singleton’s "Four Brothers" that doesn’t ring true with me. Perhaps it’s the loose way it sort of caricatures its main characters: they’re bad guys, but not bad enough that they can’t cry about their mother’s death, or help each other out when the going gets tough. They horse around like high school kids in some scenes, then shoot people execution-style in others. And sandwiched in between those two extremes are tender flashbacks of their beloved foster mother and all the little lessons she taught them when they were kids. It tries to make the case, several times, that first-degree murder is ok as long as you love your brothers and you’re doing it for your mom.
If you step back a bit, the movie blurs into a kind of tongue-in-cheek, inner-city, gang-flavored Western – impossible to take seriously. How Mark Wahlberg keeps his face in a permanent Clint Eastwood-style crunch throughout the entire 2 hours is beyond me though.

Legend of Zorro
I’m not a huge Antonio Banderas fan, but I did mildly enjoy the first Mask of Zorro back in ‘98. This sequel is kind of peculiar in that the filmmakers saw fit to add a mini-Zorro into the mix, in the form of the second most annoying child actor I’ve ever seen (the first being Star Wars’ Jake Lloyd). Yes, Mr and Mrs Zorro have a 10-year-old son, and because gymnastics and martial arts are passed on in the genes and not through training (apparently), he is every bit as skillful and confident as his parents.
This is not a good thing, trust me.
There’s a whole bunch of running cliches in this movie and, of all of them, the "workaholic Zorro" is the most ridiculous. In a scene straight out of a made-for-TV movie, Catherine Zeta Jones accuses Zorro of not having enough time for his son, because he spends all his time you know, doing heroic things. Soon the two are filing for divorce, and within a few months, Zorro has degenerated into a clumsy alcoholic. Of course, they reluctantly join forces to overcome a common enemy toward the end, and quickly realize that they are meant for each other.
The one thing this movie has going for it are its skillfully-shot action sequences; some of them are a bit over-the-top, but it’s certainly more believable than say, Transporter 2. It’s not horrible, but it’s certainly not what I would call a worthy successor to the first Zorro.

Flightplan
This was the only film of the last half-dozen I saw that I really enjoyed; far better than Jodie Foster’s other recent mother-daughter-thriller Panic Room. What I really appreciated about the whole thing was that, like the unbelieving cabin crew, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, Foster’s character is a total nutball. Only Foster herself, with her steely, proverbially blue-eyed, determination never stops believing. After all, the whole phantom-child ploy, that’s how a lesser screenplay would have resolved this impossibly-convoluted situation, wouldn’t it? Thankfully though, Flightplan actually has a real ending, although the final act was a bit bumpy in its revelations.
I probably don’t even need to say this, but this movie mostly works because of Foster’s virtuoso acting; alot of the suspense on the screen is generated simply with the camera searching her face for answers. In that respect, Flightplan is unmatched as a thriller, and probably one of the best I’ve seen this year.