Quinn Bailey’s review published on Letterboxd:
"I am very sure that's the man who shot me."
Even without the San Francisco setting to clue you in, this is still clearly Fincher's Vertigo, a reflectively obsessive study of reflective obsession as interpreted by a director whose entire career is defined by reflective obsession. If this isn't the greatest procedural ever made, then it's certainly the most precise one. (Also, it has absolutely nothing to do with an as of yet still in development script idea, so there.)