Kevin Costner is over the hill. So what do formerly dazzling macho icons do as they desperately cling to the top rung of the marquee? Just ask Harrison Ford. They star in disposable foolishness like “Mr. Brooks.” It’s a weak serial-killer thriller with flashes of guilty pleasure that allows him to “stretch” his image by playing an anti-hero.
Costner was a great leading man who couldn’t really act — at least not with the character-specific nuance that made you forget you were watching anybody but Kevin Costner. This was good enough when he was a bodyguard dancing with no way out of his field of dreams. But when guys like him age, they have to depend on talent. That’s especially true when the material is as inadvertently hoot-worthy as today’s logic-defying genre piece about a murder addict, with a “Fight Club” twist.
