Two years ago, Flightplan was opening while I was in Toronto at the film festival. I found out a day late that I had been across the street, in the Cumberland Theatre, from one of my idols, Jodie Foster, who'd been sequestered in the Four Seasons doing Canadian press. I easily could've passed her somewhere in Yorkville. I like to think I would've known, but if you're not in the mindset.... I predict a similar situation will occur this fall when Foster's new film The Brave One opens on September 14.
While The Brave One is the kind of movie Foster needs to stop doing -- the loner Hero -- HOW FUCKING DOPE DOES IT LOOK?