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.


  • 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.

Thoughts on the Previews: October 7, 2014

The Best of Me (Michael Hoffman, USA 2014)

  • It seems that Nicholas Sparks is a bit repetitive.
  • Michael Hoffman is still making films??!!! I thought he was finished after The Emperor’s Club (USA 2002), but it turns out he even made one I watched and completely forgot about since then! Holy crap!
  • I think that was probably more thinking about Michael Hoffman’s career than anyone not related to him has ever done.

Fury (David Ayer, UK/USA/China 2014)

  • Shia LaBeouf is still alive?
  • This really is about as nondescript looking as a war film could get. The only thing that makes it stand out is having Brad Pitt.

Interstellar (Christopher Nolan, USA/UK 2014)

  • Is this movie just going to be an elongated version of “Kill the Moon?”
  • I really can’t tell much about it, but I’m in on anything Christopher Nolan makes or that has Jessica Chastain, and this has both.
  • “You have to choose between seeing your family again and saving all of humanity.” Um, that’s not a choice, is it? Yes, I know that I’m a cold, heartless, terrible, rational, skeptical, atheist bastard, but how on earth do you choose to end humanity in order to see your family? You would be not only objectively wrong but absolutely insane, right?
  • Mr. Nolan, I understood casting Christian Bale in every movie, because he’s awesome. Michael Caine is not. Please stop.

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay–Part 1 (Francis Lawrence, USA 2014)

  • Julianne Moore is still working? I’m not unhappy about that, not at all. Still, I haven’t seen her since Chloe (Atom Egoyan, USA/Canada/France 2009).
  • Donald Sutherland seems to have gone full Bond Villain.
  • I know we’re supposed to treat YA movies like this with respect (And, hey, I love Harry Potter movies. I own all of them. On Blu-Ray. I think I may have just announced that I’m a loser.), but these movies look really stupid. So how the hell do they get people like Donald Sutherland, Julianne Moore, Woody Harrelson, Stanley Tucci–people who can really act and have no difficulty at all finding work or need of money?
  • Philip Seymour Hoffman has to be setting some kind of record for posthumous film appearances. He was a great actor–so good he could succeed in spite of looking vaguely like me–but it’s still weird how much he keeps showing up.

Exodus: Gods and Kings (Ridley Scott, UK/USA/Spain 2014)

  • I really wish I could be surprised that Ridley Scott is still making things–he is awful.
  • One thing I can say for Scott: It took about five seconds of the trailer to know it was him. Only Ridley Scott can provide the sexual politics and international relations strategies of Frank Miller with the religious propagandist vision of Dinesh D’Souza, put it on top of a background straight out of a Zack Snyder film, and somehow make it look even more bloated and terrible than it sounds.
  • What a waste of Christian Bale and Aaron Paul this is going to be.
  • Yeah, I get that Hollywood has discovered that there is money to be made in the Christian market and they won’t stop as long as they can keep it going, but I’m still really tired of it.

American Sniper (Clint Eastwood, USA 2014)

  • Clint Eastwood is still directing? (Okay, it’s gotten silly enough I will quit now–Jersey Boys only came out about a week ago.)
  • It may not tell us much about the film, but that trailer is fantastic–it’s tense, moody, and actually has a theme that can carry a film.
  • Eastwood has been in a rut for a while and I’m afraid that taking on something with political ramifications is not the best way to get out of it, but maybe it will shake something loose. I still hope the man who gave us Unforgiven (USA 1992) is in there somewhere.

Fifty Shades of Grey (Sam Taylor-Johnson, USA 2015)

  • This seriously looks like a tamer version of The Story of O (Just Jaeckin, France/West Germany/Canada 1975). (Fun fact: I had always assumed that director name was a pseudonym for someone anonymous. Apparently, he actually went by that name regularly, though he was of course a softcore porn director.) Think about that–it’s a watered-down version of something that was released only based on shock appeal in 1975. I remember someone saying of Boy George crossdressing in the ’80s, “Anybody can crossdress now. Back in the late ’60s, when Alice Cooper did it, it was a big deal.” Fifty Shades of Grey is Boy George.
  • There is nothing about this film that looks good. BDSM was shocking 40 years ago, and that still didn’t make The Story of O worth watching (Seriously. Don’t bother. Corinne Cléry is gorgeous, but there is nothing else good. Udo Kier may have set the all-time bad acting record.), so why would it be enough to carry a film now?
  • After all of the hullabaloo mentioning every big name in Hollywood, they end up casting these two relative nobodies? Interesting. One note about that casting situation: I laughed hysterically when supposedly Emma Watson was going to star. That is a pipe dream in the extreme. Also, imagine the scene in this trailer with her–saying, “There’s not much to tell about me. I mean, look at me.” Yeah, even ignoring how clearly this film is something she would not do, that scene would be absolutely laughable with someone that good looking in the part.
  • The fact that there are no name actors and a nobody director should tell you this is a simple cash-in. Not even an effort.
  • The phenomenon around this book really creeps me out. I think it may say some frightening things about our society’s feelings about women.

Taken 3 (Olivier Megaton, France 2015)

  • Liam Neeson is a big-budget version of Steven Seagal at this point. Every one of his films seems to be exactly the same.
  • Shouldn’t women run screaming from him at this point?
  • I cannot believe there have been three of these.

TV Episode Review: “Doctor Who” “Kill the Moon” (08.07, 2014)

Written by Peter Harness

Directed by Paul Wilmshurst

The conceit of this episode is fairly simple: the moon is actually a giant egg that hatches some sort of giant space dragon that is forcing its way out in 2049. The Doctor arrives with Clara and Courtney Woods (the troublemaking student we met last episode) in tow, figures out the problem, and then leaves it to the humans to decide what will happen.

The Doctor has always had a complex view of humanity. On one hand, he clearly loves humanity’s pioneering, inquisitive spirit. He praises its growth and ability to span the reaches of the universe, even against those who claim humanity as a disease. On the other hand, he is often dismayed at humans’ odd materialistic preoccupations and violent nature. This episode was in part an examination of the Doctor’s attitude toward humanity, his paternalistic “patronizing” (as Clara calls it) and clear disapproval of humans’ bloodthirst.

On that level, the episode works well enough, with the Doctor clearly disapproving of the fact that humans immediately want to kill the space dragon but also unwilling to guide them. And his sudden “hands off” approach to the humans’ moral dilemma is something that certainly only seems to appear at times when it is convenient for the Doctor to pass the buck on a decision that he does not want to make, leaving him wide open to criticism that Clara does not miss. When the situation is resolved, Clara and the Doctor have a fight the likes of which the Doctor may never have had with a companion before, and that scene is the one scene in this episode that stands out in a good way, with Jenna Coleman finally nailing a scene at the same time that Peter Capaldi does. Ending it all with us supposedly in suspense about the Doctor and Clara’s future (though Coleman being confirmed to be in the Christmas special certainly gives something away there) was also excellent–the overriding theme of this season has been how to resolve the contradictions at the heart of the Doctor, and here Clara finally realizes one of them and takes him on. To paraphrase Alice Cooper, how is she going to see him now?

The problem is that all of that is surrounded by a ridiculously obvious and facile discussion of abortion. The Doctor ensures that it is not only humans but females who make the decision about what to do with this egg, and goes out of his way to mention them being women at every given opportunity. Clara declares the space dragon inside the egg “life” while Lundvik declares it “a threat” and their discussion essentially takes the form of, “the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few or the one, or is that right?” which just makes for a dull, un-nuanced version of the abortion debate.

Further, Courtney Woods is a dull, useless addition to the TARDIS crew. She acts more like a ten year old than a 15 year old, complaining of boredom and incapable of leaving alone the controls on the TARDIS. She has nothing interesting to say and adds nothing to the Clara-Doctor relationship.

Overall, it’s an episode that’s really defined by one problem: it’s just dumb. The facility of its abortion debate and the inanity of its moral discussion is just so extreme that it becomes almost difficult to watch. The only saving grace is the strong ending, with the Doctor and Clara arguing.


  • Broken apart moon is a science fiction cliche that should be avoided.
  • Why didn’t he just call it a space dragon? That’s clearly what it was.
  • The mess of magazines on Clara’s coffee table seemed decidedly un-Clara.