Darker and wilder, Gillian Flynn's masterpiece novel "Gone Girl" hits the big screen with all the WTF?!?!'s that ever existed, and all the makings of a huge book to film success story. High five Mr. Fincher. High five.
Director David Fincher is no stranger at adapting books to film, nor at making dark and twisted stories on the big screen that don't make you want to walk out of the theater; but there is something different about what he has done to his film adaptation of the widely acclaimed novel Gone Girl written by Gillian Flynn. You may not walk out of the theater, but you may find it hard to sleep that night. Something deliciously sour within the casting choices, screenplay, music, and brutality of the cinematography has made Gone Girl one of his best films to date, and will leave fans of the novel and Fincher very, very happy. Non-Fincher fans, on the other hand, may not enjoy it so much and may end up on the awkward uncomfortable side. For me, I say forget Girl With The Dragon Tattoo and Fight Club... (wait no, I take that back, never forget Fight Club, ever), Gone Girl is David Fincher's Rosemary's Baby.
The story follows Nick Dunne (Ben Affleck) as he searches for his missing wife, Amy Dunne (Rosamund Pike), in his hometown in Missourri while the hungry and glamorous media begins to suspect he might just be the one behind her mysterious disappearance. Dear sweet Amy is gone, and her dumbfounded bankrupt husband is just what national news ordered. Guided by Amy's journal, we are pulled in every direction, reality and fantasy begin to blur, and perfectly timed bits of humor and a loud mouthed Nancy Grace knockoff are the only resting moments you will get from this dark insanity. You almost feel bad for laughing, when you should be as sad as everyone else while poor Amy Dunne is presumed dead as a door nail. If you think you know know how the story goes and you haven't read the book, let me assure you, you 100% do not. Seriously don't even try to guess, you'll fail. I have to say that is one of my favorite parts of the film, Ben Affleck's relaxed and gentle performance as the emotionally unavailable Nick Dunne. He is as stale as the words in the novel. Rosamund Pike (Pride and Prejudice) makes Amy's words as sweet as her missing person's photo, swaying your thoughts in her direction. Together Ben and Rosamund's words never give you time to form an opinion or assumption on did he or didn't he. Standout Carrie Coon plays Nick Dunne's twin sister, Margo, and is as good as it gets on the big screen. She is the ying to Ben Affleck's yang, high spirited and emotional where poor Nick Dunne is not.
Gone Girl's casting is legit from Tyler Perry to Neil Patrick Harris, Trent Reznor's score is haunting and perfectly tense, but perhaps Fincher's winning card is the novel's author, Gillian Flynn, penning the screenplay. So very dear to the book, the dialogue smoothly laces together Amy's journal and real life, never leaving you feeling lost, just a little freaked out. Visually, you get it all (HELLO Ben Affleck full frontal?!?!), and scene after scene leaves you conflicted and uncomfortable but not mad about it at all. No matter if you read the book or not, your head will be buzzing for more than a few days after, and don't even try and tell me you are not enjoying the sour taste Gone Girl left in your mouth. It's OK, I liked it too.
Gone Girl hits theaters tomorrow.