This is the best kind of fucked up.
The story itself has all the ingredients for a slick, moody, tense thriller. So who better to direct than David Fincher? You can spot his work fairly quickly, and I’m not sure I would have liked it quite as much in the hands of another, less capable director. Then again, Carrie Coon was in it, so chances are I would love it regardless.
The theme here is just how hard a marriage can fail, and the lengths people will go to in order to escape. There is also a strong undercurrent of social commentary on the court of public opinion and our collective obsession with bad news and the media circus surrounding it. In this day and age, accusations equate to guilt, proof is an unnecessary and inconvenient burden and truth shouldn’t get in the way of a juicy story.
Fincher does a great job of guiding us through Flynn’s script, which toys with our loyalties to tell its story, much as the media does with the narratives they wish to push. The cast really delivers, from the two leads in Ben Affleck and Rosamund Pike (who does a fantastic job of deceiving the audience), as well as Carrie Coon, Kim Dickens, Neil Patrick Harris and even Tyler Perry in supporting roles.
And can Trent Reznor work with Fincher from now on until forever?! He and Atticus Ross created a wonderful score, the perfect companion for the mood of the film. Aces, all around!
Phnand bonus points to Flynn for dropping my jaw not once but twice. I suppose, with the running time, that I should have suspected the first one, but alas. The second time was a master stroke that I may have applauded obnoxiously in the theater. Maybe it’s a good thing for the audience that I watched this one on my own time…