This adaptation of Gillian Flynn’s best-selling thriller will captivate, chill and infuriate…You’ll love every second
David Fincher has always felt at home in the darkest recesses of the human mind.
Never one to sterilise his work for mainstream accolades or afraid to tackle taboos. In Gone Girl, his latest journey through our most nefarious of behaviour he examines a marriage in meltdown with the same unflinching lens.
Adapted from the eponymous novel the film centres on Nick (Ben Affleck) and his wife Amy (Rosamund Pike) a pair of unemployed writers living an ordinary suburban life.
When Amy’s disappearance triggers a murder investigation Nick finds himself the prime suspect but as he searches for answers he discovers a shocking game at play.
Twisted and hugely compelling Gone Girl is in essence a piece of ‘he said, she said’ gossip played out with brutal repercussions.
Fincher uses its ‘Whodunit’ premise to slickly wrap up wider questions of gender politics, domestic abuse and the persecutory nature of modern media into the drama.
Throughout he constantly shifts the focus of the mystery, shatters the audience’s perceptions of characters with ease and keeps you right in the palm of his hand – a place you’re more than happy to be as the next clue is drip fed to your hungry brain.
With a screenplay from Flynn herself the story clinically weaves the novel’s methods of unreliable narration, flashbacks and time hops to deliciously hold back that all important fact, blurring the true picture.
Black becomes white becomes grey.
A put-upon victim one moment, a psychotic Ice Queen the next. Each effortlessly played and breathtakingly watched.
Uncompromising and wickedly moreish, Gone Girl is an excellent piece of filmmaking – classic Fincher.