Hardly gripped my attention. I loved this book. I'm not the kind of person who thinks Chris/Alexander was a genius, but it's hard for any recent male college grad, feeling aimless about his life, not to relate in some way to his motives.
But this story worked so much better as a book. The movie has long stretches where it feels like nothing happens - which is true, there are long stretches where Chris/Alexander wasn't doing much of anything - but as literature, that "doing nothing" was much more poetic.
Also the death scene editing was weirdly amateurish? Not sure if that's the right word, as obviously this was a blockbuster production, but Chris/Alexander is painted white like a ghost, he rolls around, some noise buzzes, and he dies. The lighting is all in your face. Very odd artistic direction to take the final scene that we all knew was coming.