Directed by: David Fincher
Starring: Daniel Craig, Rooney Mara, Christopher Plummer
I don’t know what my preconceptions about this movie were, exactly, but I didn’t really expect it to be such a traditional mystery. That’s really all it is, just a really simple mystery story with a bunch of needless and excessive rape, sex, and smoking. So much smoking, it deserves an R rating! SMOKING IS BAD!!
Years ago, a girl in a rich family disappeared, and the family thought she was dead. In his twilight years, her uncle hires a discredited investigative journalist to look in to the matter to see who was really responsible, and he hires an insane “alt” girl to help him do research. And then mystery movie stuff happens that I’m not gonna say because it’s the only interesting part of the film (but still, it’s pretty obvious what it’s going to end up being at the end).
This movie is based on a book, and it’s really damn obvious, because it has terrible filmic pacing. This is a pretty common problem when you directly translate a book into a movie without changing anything (and I know there are lots of people who get mad when that happens, but there’s a very good reason for it), and because of this it’s very boring at the beginning and end of the film. Also, I thought there was a lot of unnecessary sex thrown into the movie to pad out what would otherwise be a mediocre episode of Columbo, but maybe that’s just because I’ve seen so many Italian horror films from the 60’s that I can’t find myself even caring about extra boobs in a movie anymore. Also, I should probably mention the soundtrack, even though that’s not really one of the things I normally notice/care about. The soundtrack to this film, done by Nine Inch Nails’ Trent Reznor, was nothing but an obnoxious mixture of pops and scratches, and is only notable because it was so bad it actually drew attention to itself. That’s pretty much the last thing any film soundtrack should do, but the guy’s new to it, maybe one day he’ll be a Danny Elfman or something (VERY UNLIKELY).