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Gone Girl
(2014)
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Director:
David Fincher |
COUNTRY
USA |
GENRE
Thriller/Drama |
NORWEGIAN TITLE
Gone Girl |
RUNNING
TIME
149 minutes |
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Producer:
Leslie Dixon
Bruna Papandrea
Reese Witherspoon
Ceán Chaffin |
Screenwriter
(based on her novel):
Gillian Flynn
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Review
David
Fincher's Gone Girl, an adaptation of the novel by Gillian Flynn, is
a rich but flawed film. It's a callous, fussy and scrupulous tale of
a seemingly happily married man who comes home to find his wife
has disappeared under suspicious circumstances, and the subsequent
investigation invites an influx of interpretations, logic and
emotion from the many semi-realistic characters and the viewer
alike. The film is playful and edgy, but Fincher doesn't play the audience
like a piano as Hitchcock did, he plays it like a drum-set, pounding
on us, sometimes rhythmically, sometimes cacophonically. And I'm not
even sure how much he enjoys it all. What Fincher most certainly does enjoy,
however, is the media satire which is scattered around the
film. It's not much fun – more sickening – but
nevertheless effective as the hordes of attention-grabbers and
cynical journalists keep increasing the pain that we feel through
our main protagonist Nick Dunne. The fact that Ben Affleck gives a
level-headed, driving performance in this part is crucial, because
it balances the story's and the title character's outrageousness, and
keeps us interested, keeps us guessing, even caring. And although
someone should have had the guts or authority to make Flynn keep her
script tighter, you're never
sure what's going to hit you in Gone Girl, except that it
probably resembles one of Fincher's drumsticks, and that it will go
on, and on, and on, until you're so numb that you no longer feel the small jabs of pain.
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