I'd be pretty happy if they just kept doing these once a year for the next twenty years or so. Keeps Curt Smith busy at least.
Mr Brooks has an intriguing premise, but a bland, style free execution. The cast is really fucking weird (Costner, William Hurt, Demi Moore...Dane Cook?!) but it's nowhere near scary, gory or tense enough to work as a serial killer film, and although it dabbles with dark humour, it really isn't funny enough for that aspect to work either.
The direction is as workmanlike as its leading man. Not a lot to recommend here, unless you're some sort of Kevin Costner fan weirdo (gotta be some of you out there).
Zhang Yimou's movie is, on the surface, Shakespearean tragedy about backstabbing concubines, but go deeper and you'll find a rejection of Confucianism, traditions, and a film that is extremely feminist: although the four mistresses of the house are at war, and consistently hurt each other, it is the patriarchal system that they are forced to operate within that has put them there.
Small touches such as Gong Li's character being unable to own a flute as "they are only played…