This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Mary Conti’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
Lots of critics are calling this Fincher's Psycho or his Eyes Wide Shut or his Marnie or any other various film that relates to Hitchcock or Kubrick, the two names Fincher tends to be associated with.
You know what this film reminds me more of?
From the local town atmosphere to the small bits of satire to the twisted humor and right down to the dreamy and sometimes nightmarish soundtrack, this is the closest thing to Twin Peaks you can be without being a direct rip off.
A big compliment, no doubt. I feared going into this that Fincher would give into the more nonsense and strained serious parts of Gillian Flynn's eponymous novel. But this is a whole different ballpark. In fact, this is a whole different world. Fincher sees the joke, and he wants you to see the joke as well. Fincher dares you to laugh. He's not in adapting director mode, he's in full auteur mode, and he brings the entire cast (especially Rosamund Pike who I've been daring you all to love for so long now) along for the ride.
I have to praise Gillian Flynn for removing much of the nonsense asides in her novel for the film. It's a necessity for the medium, no doubt, but it leads to more interesting ambiguities that actually work. The dumb daring moments that were in the novel come across more here as deliriously twisted, almost begging you to see how insane we've come. The novel was mediocre airport reading. This is some legitimately great filmmaking. After all, don't they always say that B grade novels make for A grade movies?
Much as I love The Social Network and still think it is Fincher's best film, this is the most fun Fincher has had with a movie since... Panic Room? Maybe even Fight Club? I don't know.
I'll probably return with another review that goes more in depth sometime later. For now? Just go see this if you weren't going to already.