Movie Review: “Gone Girl” (David Fincher, USA 2014)

Gone Girl opens with Nick Dunne lovingly describing how he wants to bash his wife’s head in, going out and drinking with his sister early in the morning, and returning home to what immediately appears to be a badly staged crime scene of broken glass and a missing wife in an otherwise undisturbed home. It appears immediately that what’s coming is a film about the breakdown of a relationship using a “disappearance” as the MacGuffin that will end with the already-obvious “shocking” conclusion that she actually faked the disappearance to punish him for his transgressions. But the film doesn’t really go there. It goes somewhere darker.

For all that I love film noir as a genre, its depiction of women often reminds me of a college professor’s shorthand description of the Grotesque (the genre, not just the colloquial term for “disgusting”): that which both attracts and repels. While noir was one of the few places Hollywood would admit to women being capable of having brains and showing some independence, it was also suggesting that independent, smart women were by definition dangerous, controlling, manipulative, and often downright evil. Cora Smith uses her wiles to get her husband’s new handyman to murder her husband, then tries to sell him down the river. Brigid O’Shaugnessy lies, steals, and kills at seemingly every turn, only showing any genuine emotion when the man she has spent the entire film manipulating turns out to have seen through it all.

Gone Girl attempts something similar with its psychopathic protagonist: she’s beautiful, smart, quick on her feet, and tough, but she’s also conniving, controlling, deceitful, and seems to have no emotions beyond her desires for control and attention. The thing is, the film so delights in exposing her psychopathy that it’s all we’re left with. Tanner Bolt may comment that her husband “must have a grudging respect” for her and that she is “skilled in the art of revenge,” but his appreciation of her disturbed mind is essentially all we have that makes her anything but a monster. And in the very concept that a woman who seeks control, especially a directly sexual type of control, must be a manipulative monster, there lies the most disturbing misogyny imaginable. It’s impossible to leave this film feeling like Amy is “amazing, but . . . ” She’s “evil but . . . ” and that is an important distinction that makes a huge difference in what the film has to say about women.

The way the film deploys this character only adds to its disturbing attitude toward them. Go look up any news story about a rape anywhere online and there will be a man in the comments saying, “I hate how women can just decide afterward to call it rape. They agree to have sex, change their minds, and hurl accusations at the guy, and suddenly he’s the asshole.” It’s a misogynist fear–if women have the power of consent, they also have the ability to abuse that power, and of course women will. The fact that Amy actually does this several times, and plays out variations on this theme, only adds to the bizarre culture that considers this possibility an important societal ill.

In a seeming attempt to combat its own misogynistic tones, the film gives us a female lead detective who, in a rarity for a film cop, is completely reasonable and even–shock to end all shocks–respects her suspect’s rights. However, by sending her down the wrong path while telling us the story from Nick’s perspective, it consigns her to being a bungler. You have to think about what it looks like to her to realize why she thinks Nick did it. The audience has to fight past the Nancy Grace social satire and the sympathy for Nick that it conjures to see what she sees and realize that she’s the one woman who is neither “bad” nor an idiot. Meanwhile, we have the evil Amy; the violent, thieving Greta; the judgmental, stupidly trusting Margo; the dumbly selfish, uncaring Marybeth; and the dumb-as-a-post Noelle Hawthorne and Ellen Abbot. With the noteworthy exception of Sela Ward’s Sharon Schieber, whom Ward gives an intelligence and strength that the film otherwise does not provide her, the females in the film fit one of two categories: bad guy or airhead. If we were watching from Amy’s perspective, that would make sense–it’s how her twisted mind views the world. But we’re not. We see a seemingly objective world. Which makes the female characterizations frightening indeed.

As disgusting as this film’s apparent misogyny is, one would think that it is a sign of a well-focused film that it has such a clear attitude about women. But the film isn’t content with making that point. It also tries to make a point about Nancy Grace and the culture she foments–those who fetishize hatred and punishment, jumping to conclusions as soon as a story begins and pushing those conclusions to the exclusion of all possible mitigating facts. But it isn’t interested in developing any ideas relating to this theme–it just says, “This is what Nancy Grace does. She decides he’s guilty and whips up public hatred of the dude.” And the fact that it even gives us a decidedly different type of television news magazine star in Sharon Schrieber even suggests that it isn’t saying something about the culture that creates Grace so much as it is saying something about Grace herself. It also tries to discuss what marriage and family are, but it is so unwilling to commit to any particular ideas beyond, “not what Amy thinks” that it becomes nothing more than pretentious writing.

And therein lies the fundamental flaw in this film: surprisingly enough for a film with a director this powerful, it would seem that Gillian Flynn had far too much control. The film comes across as one directed by a novelist. It tries to make too many points. Its plot is overly convoluted. The dialogue is stilted while trying oh-so-hard to be clever. (Flynn saying, “Hey, listen to how smart this is!” while writing dialogue that could be written by a high school student is fascinating if she is a good novelist, because it shows you how different screenplays are from novels. Admittedly, for all I know she’s a hack novelist as well, but it’s something to think about.) It’s too busy with the details of its plot to continue advancing its point.

David Fincher and his frequent cinematographer Jeff Cronenweth have had a clear visual pattern. They love empty spaces. They love darkness. They love low-key lighting. They love longer takes. They love longer shots. Interestingly, they don’t go for that pattern in a film whose story would seem ripe for that style. Instead, the film is absolutely cold. From the opening montage of North Carthage, Missouri that cuts from sign to sign and house to house so quickly that it feels like Fincher and editor Kirk Baxter want to get it out of the way (and it is really very unnecessary), it maintains a detachment that Fincher normally does not have. Fincher typically uses a cool color palette, so it’s not surprising that he uses one here, but the cold blue of the film still contrasts with the empty darkness of his other work–this is a film that just doesn’t want you to see the direction. It’s a film that wants its story out there but doesn’t want to tell it visually. I’m not a Fincher fan, but he’s capable of far better than this visually. Again, it’s as though he spent the film under Flynn’s control, subservient to her story instead of able to make his own film.

Fincher has a history of poor performances (He somehow got the normally good Brad Pitt to put together one of the worst performances in history in Se7en [USA 1995], and that wasn’t an aberration.) and a number of the actors in this film are already proven poor performers. So, it’s not a surprise that the acting is generally bad. Ben Affleck has some surprising flashes of competence in a role that requires little of him in Nick Dunne, but he’s often stiff and wooden when meant to be charming and his sense of fear and worry in the film’s final act are simply nonexistent. Neil Patrick Harris, Tyler Perry, Missi Pyle, and Casey Wilson are all cartoonishly outsized and only Pyle seems appropriately so. Perry’s smug self-love and Harris’s confidence in particular seem rather out of place for their characters, so much so that even in small roles they are problematic. Through much of the film, the only person to provide any life is Carrie Coon, who is fantastic in her role as Nick’s overly-trusting twin sister. She is often in an actor’s danger zone, having to play someone who really doesn’t know what to think or how to feel, but all of the confusion comes out in her performance so well that it works and Margo becomes the one person we can care about and the only one who seems real. In the first half of the film, I kept wanting everything else to go away and just leave us with Nick and her. Patrick Fugit also deserves special attention for his bizarrely distracting performance in a minor role–it was like he was trying to be bad.

Rosamund Pike falls into a terrible trap: she’s given a role that barely makes any sense and so she has to try to stitch together a coherent character. She tries, and she comes closer to succeeding than many would, but it’s just too difficult a task. Like Oskar Schindler, this is a character who starts off as something complex and interesting and devolves into something nonsensical and two-dimensional, leaving the actor out to dry. She’s also given the unfortunate task of playing Amy’s “fairytale romance” with Nick with the stiff coldness of a psychopath before we really know her psychopathy, which just makes her stiff, awkward scenes with Affleck almost painful in an unintentional way.

Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross provide a score that is mesmerizing. I have a feeling that it will not work as well at home, because the actual feeling of the speakers in the theater was part of what made it work so well, but it imbued the film with all of the atmosphere that the visuals were lacking. It was a strange, tense, discordant score that provided all of the dread and weirdness that the film needed. Reznor has in the past sometimes been overly intrusive with his scores, but that didn’t happen here, and the result was impressive.

Overall, Gone Girl isn’t really a bad film, but it’s not very good, either. It’s trying to do some interesting things, but it’s trying to do too many of them, which leaves it as something of a mess. Truthfully, Flynn probably just wanted to tell a fun story about a psychopathic woman, but it comes across as a very disturbing statement about women that can’t confine itself to the one point, and Fincher seems oddly powerless to shape his own vision.

Notes

  • I really hope the chin thing was a joke about Affleck being Batman.
  • I’m not the only one who thought sometimes they were trying to make Rosamund Pike look like Deborah Kara Unger from The Game (David Fincher, USA 1997), am I?
  • The audience was laughing an awful lot in the theater–often at things that made me cringe a bit.
  • How is Carrie Coon 33 years old with only six screen credits (only one film, and it was a short) to her name before this, if she’s capable of this performance?
  • David Fincher’s scary army of internet fans will probably be here within ten minutes. I’m sorry, but I can’t pretend to think this is a work of genius.
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2 thoughts on “Movie Review: “Gone Girl” (David Fincher, USA 2014)

  1. I loved this movie, and I just can’t agree that it’s misogynistic; I can see where you’re coming from, but my thoughts on this matter are summed up nicely by Linda Holmes:

    What has always kept Amy from troubling me in this particular sense is that she does the things she does not because they are in her nature as a woman, but because they are in her nature as a psychopath. One of the problems with the relative paucity of interesting female characters is that they become responsible for representing all women, for speaking to What Women Are Like. The more scantly represented any demographic group is, the more each person seems to reflect upon everyone. But here, it has always been perfectly clear that Amy is an aberration. She is a woman, but she is not only a woman. She is also a monster, and the second half of Fincher’s film is, in many ways, a horror movie about the great difficulty — and eventually the impossibility — of defeating her. She is the rare monster in a monster movie who wins at the end. Whatever she has to do, however offensive, however distasteful, however horrifying. Whatever.

    Completely agree on Carrie Coon, though. She was fantastic.

    • Where I disagree with that quote is that it’s clear that Amy is an aberration. The women with brains in the film are all some degree of monster (Ellen Abbott, Greta), and the decent women are all some degree of airhead (Noelle Hawthorne, Margo). It seems she’s only unusual in a matter of degree–she’s really smart, and therefore really evil.

      I think the film actually could easily have fixed that problem by letting us see more of the lead detective’s perspective. She’s the only woman in the film with any characterization who is both reasonably smart and decent, but since we are put in the position of sympathizing with Nick the entire time, she feels like Witchfinder Sergeant Shadwell out to get Nick, even though her conclusions are reasonable from a non-subjective viewpoint. Or, it could have given us more of Sharon Schieber, and ensured that she really is the smart, in control, and decent reporter she appeared to be. It even could have made Margo smarter and less trusting. I suspect the problem was that doing any of these things would have required more changes to the narrative and/or plot than Flynn would allow.

      The monster in any decent horror film is a stand-in for something beyond itself, playing on a larger societal fear, whether it’s the Cold War-era fear of double agents and spies in “The Thing” or the fear of immigration ruining the economy in “Jaws.” What is the fear that gives rise to Amy?

      And in case I need to say it, all of this is not to say that you and/or Holmes are “wrong.” It’s just to explain what I’m seeing that bothers me. I would bet that Fincher would say I was over-generalizing to an absurd degree.

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