The Brave One is the "Jodie Foster as Charles Bronson" film.  
      Jodie plays a victim of urban violence. She lives through a brutal mugging 
      which killed her fiancé and soul-mate. Her physical scars heal, but she has a difficult time 
      re-entering the world because the beating left her with even greater emotional 
      scars. In her job as a roving radio personality whose 
      schtick is "reporter about town" in New York, she had come to love the Big 
      Apple, but the mugging changed all that. In her recovery period she finds 
      herself terrified of things which she had theretofore relished as part of the city's 
      quotidian rhythms.  
 
 
 
  
      ... A man comes close to her at high speed; she goes into panic mode, 
      only to discover that the man is just an ordinary commuter rushing for his 
      train ... 
 
 
 
  
      Her paranoia is enhanced by the realization that her assailants could 
      know that she is alive, and that she may be able to identify them. When 
      she can no longer live with the paralyzing fear of everyday existence, she 
      gets herself a gun for protection. Because of the gun control laws in New 
      York, she is forced to acquire a 9mm handgun on the black market.
 
 
 
  
      She doesn't start out with a desire to be Charles Bronson. She's just 
      protecting herself, and her career 
      as a vigilante starts as an unavoidable matter of self-defense. She's in a 
      convenience store during a robbery, hiding successfully until her cell 
      phone goes off and the robber becomes aware of her presence. She knows 
      she's in a life-or-death situation because she's already seen the robber gun 
      down the store clerk without provocation, so she hides, waits, and is 
      lucky enough to survive by getting the drop on the bad guy.  She has 
      to fire three shots at close range to score a single hit, but she does get 
      the job done.  Her black market gun gives her anonymity, so she just 
      walks away from the crime scene.
 
 
 
  
      It is not long before she is taking an increasingly bold and 
      proactive role in vigilante justice, setting herself up as bait to invite thuggery, then exacting stern justice on the would-be thugs. Within a 
      month or so, she has turned into Batman, no longer content to place 
      herself in situations which invite 
      criminal behavior, but now actively seeking out the city's lowlifes and 
      whacking them by night. Her increasing confidence brings her closer to a 
      head-to-head confrontation with the thugs who attacked her in the opening 
      scene.
 
 
 
  
      Balanced against Jodie's story is the tale of the cop who is 
      investigating the vigilante murders. In fact, he becomes Jodie's close 
      friend after coming into contact with her twice, in her twin roles as a radio 
      interviewer and a victim of violence. He has no idea at first that she 
      might be committing the crimes she's reporting on, but he's a dedicated 
      and smart cop, and he gradually puts two and two together. Lacking any 
      hard evidence, he arranges a meeting with Jodie and tells her indirectly, 
      through a parable, that (1) he knows the score (2) he will bring her in, 
      even if she is a friend, even if he sympathizes with her aims. 
 
 
 
  
      The ending of the film creates dramatic suspense from Jodie's pursuit 
      of the baddies, and the cop's pursuit of Jodie. 
 
 
 
  
      SPOILERS AHEAD
 
 
 
  
      I kind of liked the film, but I'm having a hard time articulating why, 
      or even understanding why, because it is a film which eventually betrays its basic 
      premise to create an audience-friendly ending, and that always bothers me. The audience is invited to wonder how 
      the film's Gordian Knot can possibly be cut or untangled, given that Jodie 
      has determined to kill her assailants, the cop has determined to bring her 
      to justice, and Jodie has announced that she will accept the consequences, 
      however the game plays out.
 
 
 
  
      And then the script cheats. 
 
 
 
  
      After the film makes a painstaking effort to establish that the 
      policeman is honest and incorruptible, thus assuring some kind of tragic 
      ending for one or both of the sympathetic characters, it manages to 
      resolve the situation simply by making him turn dishonest and corruptible.
          
 
 
 
  
      See how easy scriptwriting can be, kids?
 
 
 
  
      So, given this cheap bit of deus ex machina, why did I like the film? 
      I'll offer two reasons. 
 
 
 
  
      (1) The film has a poetic tone and style to it. There are two good 
      people in love with each other and the city. Only one survives. The other 
      lives on in anguish, delivering haunting and highly articulate radio 
      monologues about her feelings.  One good cop sympathizes with the 
      victim, but can't let her use New York City as her personal hunting 
      grounds. 
 
 
 
  
      One scene that is particularly memorable involves Jodie's fiancé being 
      wheeled into emergency surgery. The film pictorializes what he's thinking 
      of in his dying moments (making love to Jodie), but intercuts his tranquil thoughts 
      with the grim reality of what is happening to him on the operating table, 
      thus showing how the real events may be stimulating his subconscious. We 
      see the doctors cut off his underpants in a frenetic rush to save his 
      life, then we look into his mind, where he's removing Jodie's underpants 
      in a tender memory. That scene is absolutely brilliant, as is the scene 
      where Terrence tells Jodie what he knows without actually telling her 
      anything.
 
 
 
  
      (2) Terence Howard and Jodie Foster really make the movie work. Film 
      this same script with Kari Wuhrer as the victim and Stephen Baldwin as the 
      cop, and it could be just formulaic straight-to-vid fare, but Terrence and 
      Jodie raise it to a different level. What's amazing to watch is that 
      Terrence and Jodie are so similar as actors, especially considering that 
      one is a black man and the other a white woman. It's like they are in one 
      of those science fiction movies where the alien presence goes from body to 
      body, because it seems like they are playing the same person in different 
      bodies. Both of them are sensitive, soft-spoken, in control, refined, yet 
      both of them have an intense volcano of emotions just below the surface, 
      as reflected in their eyes. They are two of the very best actors in the 
      "subtle underplaying" category, and that works perfectly in this movie.
 
 
 
  
      Those elements make it a good movie, up to a point. Too bad it 
      was not true to itself, because it might have been a classic.