The rousing message of Four Brothers (2005) seems to be that skin color is only skin deep after all, and also that there is no difficulty that cannot be solved by judicious application of indiscriminate violence. A saintly Detroit social worker, in the course of devoting her life to bringing happy endings to hard-luck kids, appointed herself legal mother to four of the city’s most incorrigible toughs. Two of the adopted young thugs were Caucasian, the other pair African American. One night long after the mixed quartet has grown up and splintered, saintly Mom is gunned down in cold blood. Her funeral is only the beginning of the mourning process. These Four Brothers fully reconcile their superficial differences and bond as a gangster-killing, crooked-cop-exposing team of avenging dynamos. Family values were never so explosive.