Nick Vass’s review published on Letterboxd:
Initial thoughts can be found here. Been rattling in my thoughts since last night, and an imminent rewatch was needed. Love how Fincher incorporates many fundamentals of exquisite film-making to personify his theme of the "masked". Events feel intentionally off for appropriate reason. Whether it's the briskly paced opening credits, the banality of its gruntless investigation, and misdirecting the audience with Amy's voiceover. Then, a catastrophic shitstorm eviscerates all that (the unreliable performances, the bedimmed cinematography, the guttural music, the shifty narration), by evolving into a much larger, more expansive beast than anticipated. Few dramas have such an unnerving portrait of a marital breakdown.