Spoilers for Gone Girl follow in this review.
by DICK CHENEY
dir. David Fincher
Neil Patrick Harris’ inclusion as the titular Gone Girl in this movie was entirely a tactic to encourage reviewers to begin their essais with those familiar words, “Susan Sontag, in her essay ‘Notes on Camp’…
The series of shirts that Ben Affleck wears in this movie to cover the actual shape of his body was impressive; he looked like Mr. Fantastic. Affleck’s character, Nick Dunne, is a creative writing professor who slept with his hottest student. There was no mention of the quality of her writing, but there was a high likelihood she penned the sentence, “His eyes were the window to his soul.”
I have rewatched the scene in which Amy (Rosamund Pike) slits Neil Patrick Harris’ throat with a box cutter a number of times. It looks like the end of a College Humor sketch, and I would like the name of Ms. Pike’s ass double.
You know what society really needed right now? A movie about a woman who lies, more than once, about being raped.
Nick Dunne’s mistress had it all. She didn’t have to wash his clothes or his dishes or care for his tawny cat. He didn’t even cheat on her. He taught her things, like the intricacies of the work of Andre Dubus III and how T.S. Eliot had a borderline inappropriate relationship with his mother. She lived in a nice dorm on a beautiful college campus; in contrast Nick Dunne’s sister lived in pig shit, serving slop to basics at The Bar.
Death during sex is a timeless way to go; it is how I assume George Stephanopoulus will perish. He suddenly, in the throes of something or other, wilts like a leaf. If these people had gone to church I kind of get the feeling this never would have happened.
Pike’s character should have been on The Bold and the Beautiful. She wasn’t much fun except when she was winning at miniature golf. Whether or not a man likes a woman with her own mind is really the point here.
Ben Affleck’s recent meltdown aside, he is used to Jennifer Garner screaming, “These melons aren’t fresh Beeeen.” Shit like that gets a bit maddening when all you want to do is settle down with a glass of cabarnet and Marguerite Yourcenar novel.
The music here is the absolute worst. I mean they should have scrapped the entire soundtrack that’s how bad it was. When Tyler Perry finally made his appearance and they took all of twenty seconds to set up the character, you knew there were problems.
This book would have been a lot better as a TV series, I don’t know why they couldn’t have milked it like a fresh canteloupe. Affleck and his incestuous sister could have exchanged eskimo kisses and adopted a dog together.
Dick Cheney is the senior contributor to This Recording.
“Keep On Lying” – Jessie Ware (mp3)
“Champagne Kisses” – Jessie Ware (mp3)