“How long have we been on this rock? Five weeks? Two days? Where are we?”
If you think this is a film about a killer, you’re wrong.
This is a biopic about Fincher finally understanding and more importantly acknowledging that despite the mastery in his craft, his intelligence and cynicism, he is not one of the few but one of the many. That even though he tries so hard not to, he cares.
He is not one of them, ultimately he is one of us.
No, just fucking no. This movie sucks and infuriates me so much.
Let’s get some obvious points out of the way before I can deep dive in the shitload that is this movie.
The movie is generic as fuck, cinematography is okay, editing is okay, score is okay, the acting is okay. Actually Rosamund Pike’s performance is the most competent thing about this movie and the fact that she stars in it may be the reason people are drawn into…