Mad’s review published on Letterboxd:
David Fincher Retrospective: Film #7
Still pretty much perfect in almost every way, but this viewing (my fifth or sixth I think) gave me more PTSD flashbacks than anything because middle school-me (who was obsessed with this one, it was my favorite movie for a long time) unironically looked up to this film's version of Mark Zuckerberg a lot.
Okay, for context: this movie more or less gave my younger self further incentive to pursue a career in computer programming and coding. I was obsessed with becoming the smartest fucking guy in the room, and show everyone what my real worth was. That I'm a genius and I deserve to be treated as such. Needless to say, I misinterpreted the whole thing horribly.
Now, nearly 4-5 years later, I'm a very changed person. I realize I'm clearly not smart enough to be a computer programmer (tho I still might pursue a career in there before the filmmaking dream) and I look back at those years in an embarrassing manner, because I was stupid. I wanted to be like Mark, act like him, talk like him, and now I realize that that's the last thing I want. A part of me is still afraid that I'm not too different from him, but the other part knows that I have grown beyond all that.
Okay enough personal stories, I'm reviewing a *Fincher* movie here. A pretty perfect one at that. One of his very best.