Chef: A Dull Dish

Chef is food porn masquerading as a movie. If you like multiple scenes of food being lovingly prepared or are very keen on learning how food trucks operate, this is the movie for you. If not, there really isn't a whole lot left for you to sink your teeth into.

Jon Favreau stars as Carl Casper, a burnt-out chef who gets fired after he engages in a Twitter war with a food critic who gave him an abysmal review. His ex-wife, Inez (Sophia Vergara), thinks he needs inspiration and urges him to try running a food truck. Carl eventually gives in and his young son, who desperately wants to spend more time with him, also gets to help out and bond with his dad. Along the way, they make a lot of sandwiches and travel to foodie capitals of America like New Orleans, Austin, and Miami. 

It's a pretty predictable tale and the ending is a particularly gift-wrapped affair, tied up with a neat bow and offering full resolution for all characters. As such it is a perfect family movie for those relatives in your life who like their films to be uncomplicated and delicious-looking. The soundtrack is full of fun evocative Latin music and jazz, and the cast is chock-full of famous faces like John Leguizamo, Scarlett Johansson, and Dustin Hoffman, just to name a few. It's like Favreau recognized the need to throw in occasional cameos to liven up the film and prevent it from turning into a two hour food and travel documentary. 

Chef is a simple film with no real ambition. It's a perfectly acceptable movie but doesn't have a lot going for it apart from several montages of food preparation and a serviceable cast that don't have much to do. It has an inane R rating for language, nothing else, so you should feel free to watch it at your next family gathering, get hungry, and then forget about it. 

Belle: Battling Law & Propriety

Belle was released in May, which is not an ideal time for a period drama that deals with the question of the slave trade in 1700s Britain. But if you missed it in theaters, it might now be worth your while to seek it out.

Belle tells the story of Dido Elizabeth Belle, a mixed-race woman who is raised by her English aunt and uncle after her mother dies in the West Indies and her father, an English Naval captain, brings her home to his relatives. Her father freely gives her his name and exhorts his relations to take care of her as they would any legitimate daughter. Dido is played wonderfully by Gugu Mbatha-Raw, who does everything she can to bring this quiet but expressive character to life. Initially, Dido seems satisfied with the the status quo, but as she grows older, the unfairness of her position in society and the differing standards in the way she and her white cousin Elizabeth (Sarah Gadon) are raised start to wear on her. Race is of course the foremost theme, but Dido also questions the limitations placed on her due to being a woman. Despite being white, her penniless cousin still suffers in her quest to find a husband who can support her, while Dido is courted by a "suitable" man who is mostly interested in the independent fortune left to her by her father. 

Things change after Dido meets John Davinier (Sam Reid), an idealistic young man who hopes to be a lawyer. He is studying under her uncle, William Murray (Tom Wilkinson), who happens to be the Lord Chief Justice of England. Murray has to deliberate on a very important ruling regarding the drowning of slaves on a slave ship, and his decision could impact the future of slavery across the British Empire. While he strives to be impartial and legal about it, Dido and John appeal to his emotions and emphasize the need to view this as a deeply moral and ethical issue. 

Belle is a beautifully made movie with a very predictable plot. It seems like a Jane Austen novel, complete with unsuitable suitors, spinster aunts, and questions of propriety. However, it is based on a true story - Dido Belle was a real woman who was raised by William Murray, and while the movie has to imagine the events of her life, it presents a very compelling tale. The power of the movie lies in the few scenes where images or actions speak louder than words: Dido beating her chest and scrubbing her skin as though she can tear the troublesome blackness off her; her fear of having a portrait painted of her and her cousin gradually explained by viewing the portraits around her that always position the black subjects in inferior positions to the white ones; her delight when she finally meets a black maid who can teach her how to comb her hair. 

Belle is an important history lesson couched in palatable Hollywood storytelling. It features a wonderful performance from Mbatha-Raw, and is a decent introduction to slavery from the British perspective, when we are far more used to hearing the American version. It serves as a stepping stone to learning more about the real-life events that inspired the abolitionist movements of the 18th and 19th centuries and offers a tantalizing look at how one woman may have altered the course of history.

The Thousand Dollar Tan Line: Veronica Mars Keeps Going

This has been a terrific year to be a Veronica Mars fan. If it wasn't enough that the cast and creator were able to give us the Veronica Mars movie after a successful Kickstarter campaign, Rob Thomas proceeded to also write a novel featuring our beloved blonde detective. I devoured my copy of The Thousand Dollar Tan Line last weekend and was thoroughly entertained.

The book picks up exactly where the movie left off, so you should watch the film before embarking on the novel if you don't want to be blindsided by any of the numerous changes in Veronica's life. It features a spring break mystery; a girl who has been partying hard in Neptune disappears and Veronica is hired to help with the case since the local Sheriff's department is proving to be massively incompetent as usual. Another girl disappears, which would be bad enough if it wasn't for the fact that Veronica is connected to her in a way that makes her investigation even more complicated. I trust that's intriguing and vague enough to pique your interest. 

The regular cast of characters are all back and reading this novel genuinely feels like you're just watching an episode of the show. Rob Thomas and co-author Jennifer Graham know these characters inside and out and you can picture them perfectly in your head as you follow their twisted exploits. The beauty of novelization is that it gives fans more access to the character's inner monologues. We always had Veronica's voiceover to give us an insight into her thought processes but now we get a richer understanding of her friends and family and just what makes them tick. It's like a brilliant piece of fan fiction, except that it's written by the guy who created these characters in the first place so it's completely credible and amazing. 

Veronica Mars was a great show, then became a great movie, and now has been turned into a great novel. The Thousand Dollar Tan Line is just the first in a series and I am fully looking forward to subsequent novels. This book is a well-written potboiler mystery that has twists and turns, cliffhangers and red herrings galore. It's not highbrow literature but it is hugely satisfying to read and fully in keeping with the Veronica Mars legacy. If fans can't see her on screen, we'll happily settle for seeing her on our bookshelves. 

How to Train Your Dragon 2: Another Animated Treat

If 22 Jump Street was a good example of how to make a self-deprecating comedy sequel, How to Train Your Dragon 2 is a great example of how to make a sequel to a hit animated franchise. Developing old characters, throwing in some very interesting new ones, playing with dramatic conflicts while tossing in jokes, and wrapping everything up neatly in 2 hours. Who could resist?

The story picks up five years after the first movie. The Viking villagers of Berk are huge fans of dragons now, using them in every aspect of their daily lives, and happily co-existing with the previously feared creatures. Our hero, Hiccup (Jay Baruchel), is flying about on his dragon, Toothless, trying to find more species of dragons and map out the unchartered territories around the village. He is also trying to tune out his father, Stoick the Vast (Gerard Butler), who is urging him to take over as the chieftain of Berk. Things seem to be grand, but of course, trouble is on the horizon.

Hiccup and his fiance Astrid (America Ferrera) run into some dragon trappers, who try to steal their dragons. When confronted, they are told about a mysterious man named Drago Bludvist, who is collecting dragons to form an army that will be able to take over Berk. Stoick the Vast is terrified of Drago and believes there is no way to reason with him. But Hiccup believes that just as he was able to tame dragons, he will be able to reason with the murderous Bludvist and reach a compromise. Against his father's wishes, he sets off on a quest that will lead him to make unexpected discoveries about his family, dragons, and himself.

As with the original film, the animators have painstakingly rendered each dragon with a set of unique characteristics that delineate their species and abilities. Each human character is also lovingly rendered and voiced by extremely capable actors (though as ever, I find it confusing that all the adults are Scottish and the kids are American). The supporting characters provide a great deal of comic relief (Kristen Wiig is particularly hilarious as the weird Ruffnut) and the movie contains as many jokes as it does moments of heartfelt family drama or pounding action. There's also a very touching romantic interlude in the middle, which takes advantage of the fine score by John Powell and will appeal to a lot of the adults. A few female characters get to play rescuers instead of rescuees, which will be welcome to any young girls watching the movie, and overall, care has been taken to make a creative movie that still caters to a wide audience.

How to Train Your Dragon 2 is a fun film, guaranteed to please fans of the original and any people who would just like to hear Gerald Butler and Craig Ferguson sing a delightful Scottish ballad. The animators have constructed a beautiful and imaginative world, and they continue to add new characters and twists to keep it engaging.

Highway: A Rocky Road

Imtiaz Ali's first movie, Jab We Met, was a marvelous Bollywood romcom, funny and touching and perfectly reconciling modern romance and old-fashioned Bollywood storytelling. His subsequent movies have left much to be desired, which is why I did not watch his latest film, Highway, until I found myself bored on a plane. But having watched it, I am reminded that Ali is still a great writer-director who knows just how to merge the old with the new. 

Highway stars the spectacular Alia Bhatt as Veera Tripathi, the daughter of a rich businessman who is about to be married. Tired of the endless wedding preparations and forced politeness to interfering relations, she persuades her fiancé to take her out for a drive in the middle of the night to get some fresh air. (Yes, that is literally all she wants to do, this is Bollywood after all.) However, when they stop at a gas station, they witness an armed robbery, and Veera is kidnapped for ransom. 

The leader of the gang is a man named Mahabir (played with angry restraint by Randeep Hooda). He knows it was a mistake to kidnap the daughter of such a well-connected man and simply wants to obtain his ransom and unload her as soon as possible. However, matters get much more complicated. Veera's a rather chatty and neurotic woman, seemingly more suited to being a Woody Allen heroine than a Bollywood damsel in distress. After her initial terror, she grows accustomed to her bizarre life on the road, and becomes increasingly friendly with her captors. But before you chalk this up to a case of Stockholm Syndrome, halfway through the film she reveals something to Mahabir that makes it clear why she might prefer this dangerous life to the opulent one she left behind. 

Imtiaz Ali concerns himself with character first and foremost, plot second. While the plot of Highway might meander slightly and veer in and out of cliche, Veera is a brilliantly realized character, full of dreams, darkness, ambition, and heartbreak. This is completely Alia Bhatt's movie; she commits wholeheartedly to this grimy, glorious role and her evolution over the course of the film is remarkable. Hooda does a tremendous job as well, but his character's natural reserve makes it more difficult to plumb his inner depths. But he still has both darkness and light within him and the two actors complement each other perfectly. 

Highway may not be innovative by Western standards, but it is certainly a valuable addition to the modern Bollywood canon. From a technical standpoint, Anil Mehta's cinematography is luscious, capturing all the beauty that the Indian countryside has to offer along with the dirt and chaos of its cities. A.R Rahman's magnificent music doesn't drown the scenes but uplifts them, lending even more emotion and pathos to the proceedings. But at the heart of it all are those wonderful performances and that powerful script that has such a sad but necessary tale to tell. This is an honest coming-of-age movie and it is refreshing to see Ali return to his roots of empowering female characters and giving them the agency in film that they still lack in real life. 

Outlander Part Deux: The Novel

Sometimes, you read a novel that is so brilliant that you feel like you've been socked in the solar plexus. This has happened to me with certain works of fantasy or Victorian literature. Since Outlander combines historical fiction with fantasy, as well as a dozen other genres, it was a perfect storm. I spent four glorious days reading (and often immediately re-reading) this novel and experiencing a roller coaster ride of emotions that left me breathless.

My recent review of the TV series contains a basic plot summary, so I won't rehash that here. I will say the show hews remarkably close to the book, even lifting entire conversations verbatim, and it is clearly catering to the needs of the long-time fans. I do wonder how the next eight episodes of the first season will tackle the rest of the novel, however, considering that an extraordinarily complex number of events take place. The writers face a seemingly insurmountable task of whittling all that down to eight hours and I look forward to seeing the results in April. But enough about TV writers - let's get to Diana Gabaldon, the original author of this magnificent tome.

Gabaldon's writing style is extraordinary. It is vivid, evocative, funny, dramatic, and moving. Every single one of her characters is a treasure - the first-person narrator, Claire Beauchamp, is an extraordinary woman, a true heroine for the ages. She is feisty, witty, intelligent, and fiercely capable. And her counterpart, Jamie Fraser, is cast in the mold of all those Victorian heroes women have been swooning over for years. Except that he is so much more useful, practical, romantic, and gentlemanly than any Mr. Darcy. Then you have characters like Jonathan "Black Jack" Randall, the most dastardly, stomach-turning villain you have ever encountered, who makes you want to tear your hair out. The secondary characters are too numerous to name, but they all leave an indelible impression as you grow to know and understand them. Whether it's a mysterious witch or some cunning clansmen, each one has a unique part to play in this intricate tale and they are all fully-realized and marvelous to behold.

Outlander's setting in the wild Scottish highlands is beautiful and meticulously researched. Gabaldon's prose places you squarely in the midst of the 1700s and we get to view it through Claire's modern 1945 eyes. Scottish words and phrases are sprinkled in efficiently, enough to remind you that a character is Scottish, but not so much to make them incomprehensible. The violence of the battle scenes and the cruelty of some of the backwards customs are jarring, and Gabaldon doesn't shy away from disgusting or terrifying her readers when such scenes crop up. Likewise, this is a famously sexy series, and she doesn't hold back in those scenes either. There's the much talked-about Chapter 14 (i.e. episode 7 of the TV series, for those not of the literary persuasion), and once Jamie and Claire get married, the novel is brimming with sex. It's not always romantic: sometimes it's angry, cruel, or resentful, but again, it offers up a complete picture of these characters and doesn't hide the turbulent moments of their complicated relationship.

The latter chapters of Outlander are a particularly gruesome and difficult read. You become so invested in these characters that you cannot believe the trials they are forced to bear. Things happen that upset me to even think about now, and yet they are perfectly plausible in the barbaric setting of this novel. The only unrealistic thing about Outlander is how so many of your favorite characters manage to stay alive - if we were really being historically accurate, Jamie would die of sepsis about twenty times over and Claire would have been raped and shot within five minutes of stepping through the stones of Craigh na Dun. Thankfully, Gabaldon does have a heart, and even though she puts her characters through hell, she gives them enough strength and resilience to keep fighting and loving till the end.

In a few shorts weeks, I have become a loyal Outlander fan, and I will be spending a lot of time reading the rest of the novels in the series. If you have been pining for a book that will reach right into your guts and stir up a whole lot of feelings, I can't recommend Outlander highly enough. If you staunchly refuse to read, you can still watch the TV show and see what all the fuss is about. But you'll be missing out on some really spectacular fiction. 

Locke: One Man in a Car

Locke premiered at Sundance in January, was released in a few theaters in April, and then disappeared. I heard great things but promptly forgot about it until I saw it was available for viewing on my flight. Now that I've seen it, I insist you seek it out immediately and treat yourself to this extraordinary movie.

It is tricky to describe this movie because it is only 84 minutes long and each second is a revelation. So here's the basic set-up. For the duration of the movie, you will watch one man, Ivan Locke, driving his car down the motorway and talking to various people on his car phone. He has to deal with a business and personal crisis at the same time, and is stuck in his car, having to explain to various people over the telephone how he is going to fix everything and not let them down. I know this doesn't sound particularly compelling, but Locke is played by Tom Hardy, who delivers a simply masterful performance as a man who is desperately trying to stay calm and calm everyone else down while things just spiral out of control. And the people he talks to are voiced by the likes of Olivia Colman, Ruth Wilson, and Andrew Scott, excellent actors who manage to make their presence felt solely through the power of their voices. I could picture them all in my head and the casting is really quite apt for these characters.

I last saw Tom Hardy in The Dark Knight Rises, where his role relied purely on physicality and menace as the villain, Bane. In Locke, his role is all about the character's psychology. In an hour and a half, you become intimately acquainted with who this man was, how the split-second decision to take a right turn is currently changing his life, and who he might become. Additionally he is doing this with a Welsh accent. I'm not sure why the character had to be Welsh, but I suspect it might be because the accent is so soothing and wonderful that you don't mind having to listen to Hardy speak in a car for the entire duration of the movie with no other change in scenery. He manages to make a concrete pour for a construction project seem like the most high-stakes activity in the world, and I was thoroughly mesmerized. I knew Hardy was a good actor, but this performance makes it clear that he is a great one, and I hope he gets more meaty leading roles in the future that continue to showcase his incredible talent.

Locke is one of those low-budget independent movies that always manage to startle me with their ingenuity. It's such a simple concept, and yet the taut script by writer-director Steven Knight is a work of art, a polished gem that manages to convey an entire world of characters and emotions despite the fact that you are only in a car with one man for the entirety of the film. The cinematography by Haris Zambarloukos is excellent, going in and out of focus on the unrelenting motorway lights and conveying the nightmarish confusion of the events that are taking place. Locke is a reminder that great cinema is driven by plot and performance, and you don't need special effects and millions of dollars to completely blow your audience away.

22 Jump Street: Skewering Sequels

I flew to Geneva this week, which means I got to watch a ton of in-flight movies and catch up on the films that slipped by me in theaters in early 2014. To kick things off, let's discuss 22 Jump Street. 

When I saw 21 Jump Street two years ago, I was pleasantly surprised. I had been expecting a hopeless reboot, and instead got a solidly funny movie that knew how to mock itself while also making full use of its comic talent. Sequels are always a dangerous proposition, but 22 Jump Street continues in the footsteps of its predecessor, as a self-satirizing, over-the-top, gag factory of a movie with two very likeable leads at the helm.

Channing Tatum and Jonah Hill reprise their roles as Morton Schmidt and Greg Jenko, the incompetent yet bizarrely successful duo at the heart of the Jump Street undercover police program. After their high school shenanigans in the last film, they have been promoted to college, where they are posing as freshmen to find the supplier of a new drug called WHYPHY. The differences between the smart but socially awkward Schmidt and dumb but charismatic jock Jenko quickly separate them in the college social structure and threaten to tear the duo apart. You can watch the movie to see whether or not their friendship stands up to the test (though I bet you can figure out the answer to that already).

There isn't much to say about the plot; it's all pretty old hat by now. But the movie is bursting with jokes about sequels and bloated budgets with nothing to show for it that make it clear they understand the audience's preconceived notions. Acknowledging the failings of sequels only makes this movie funnier and it is a two-hour mindlessly entertaining romp. My favorite sequence was a two-second scene where the duo drive past the Bernard Hill Centre of Media Studies as the score suddenly shifts to a variation on the Benny Hill theme song. It is such a throwaway gag yet highlights the filmmakers desire to pack this movie with as many hilarious moments as possible.

The cast is great - Hill and Tatum continue to play wonderfully off of each other, but the addition of Jillian Bell and Amber Stevens in key roles considerably enlivens the proceedings. Ice Cube is particularly scene-stealing as the duo's boss, Captain Dickson, and the whole movie is just brimming with a sense of fun. Ultimately, 22 Jump Street is a movie that doesn't take itself seriously at all, which is why it is a perfect sequel.

The Monogram Murders: Hercule Poirot Returns

As a massive Agatha Christie fan, I was thrilled to learn the Christie estate had authorized a new Hercule Poirot novel. Written by Sophie Hannah, The Monogram Murders is the first novel to feature the Belgian detective since 1975's Curtain: Poirot's Last Case. While it is thrilling to see Poirot back in action, using his "little grey cells," the novel itself a reminder that no one can craft a mystery as well as Agatha Christie.

The novel opens in 1929 London, with Poirot having a vacation of sorts and staying in a guest house. His fellow boarder is a Scotland Yard detective, Edward Catchpool. Catchpool is our narrator: it's unclear why Hannah chose to introduce a new narrator instead of the dependable Captain Hastings, but perhaps having to re-introduce one formidable Christie character was enough for her. Catchpool is very Hastings-esque, able to do solid police work but unable to make the intellectual leaps that are Poirot's forte when the two of them get caught up in a murder investigation of three dead bodies found with monogrammed cufflinks in their mouths. On the evening of the murders, Poirot met a frightened woman named Jennie, and he is convinced that she is linked to the victims and might be next. Catchpool is battling his own psychological demons and is happy to have Poirot's help on this case, despite being constantly made to feel like a dunce as the Belgian makes enigmatic suggestions and laments the deplorable state of Catchpool's intellect. It's a spot-on character study, and Hannah has certainly managed to bring back the Poirot of yore.

Despite Poirot behaving exactly as you'd expect, where The Monogram Murders fails to engage me is the plot. It is entirely too convoluted and melodramatic, reminiscent of the weird spiritualistic novels towards the end of Christie's career. Every Poirot novel features the grand denouement at the end, where he explains everything and points out all the clues that were right under our noses. This novel, however, has multiple denouements, as layer upon layer is added to the mystery until you almost don't care who the murderer is by the end. It's certainly an ingenious plot that works, but it feels too overwrought for a Christie novel. Several plot points also hinge a great deal on people's use of grammar, which makes this feel even more like a labored literary exercise than a truly exciting murder mystery. It all wraps up neatly, but ultimately does not have the ease and and awe-inspiring panache of a Christie novel. 

The Monogram Murders is a fun book for Christie fans but is certainly not a replacement for Christie herself. Rather than await future Poirot or Marple reboots, this novel has convinced me to just re-read the classic Christie novels. Nothing beats the original.

Outlander: Sweeping Scottish Saga

A few weeks ago, I noticed several articles on Twitter talking about the seventh episode of Outlander. Airing on the Starz channel and based on a series of novels by Diana Gabaldon, this show was not on my radar. However, when the Twitterverse explodes, I listen. So I took the plunge, and eight episodes later, I have emerged in awe of the cast and creators of this show.

Outlander is the story of Claire Beauchamp Randall (Caitriona Balfe) an Englishwoman who served as a nurse in World War II. The war has just ended and she is reunited with her beloved husband, Frank (Tobias Menzies). They go to the Scottish Highlands for a second honeymoon and are having a wonderful romantic time. But one day, she wanders off by herself in a mystical spot, and is suddenly transported back to 18th century Scotland in the midst of a civil war. Bewildered and afraid, Claire slowly pieces together what has happened and her only hope is to return to the spot where she first traveled back in time. Unfortunately, events force her to run for her life and take up with a band of Scottish soldiers, who are mystified to find a strange Englishwoman running around the countryside. Thanks to her nursing background, she proves adept at healing them of their wounds, and though they still suspect her to be a English spy, they are grateful for her expertise.

One of those Scots is a handsome outlaw, Jamie (Sam Heughan). While his clansmen protect him out of a sense of duty, he is on the fringes of society due to the English having put a price on his head and he can bond with Claire over their shared sense of isolation. He becomes her friend and protector, and in the aforementioned seventh episode, he is forced to become her husband. I cannot write articulate paragraphs about why that episode was so special - other writers have done so brilliantly, discussing the clear value of it being written and directed by women who knew just how to make "The Wedding" such a spectacular hour of television. And in fact, all of Outlander is a brilliant piece of woman-centered television, telling the story from the viewpoint of its strong female lead and giving her a great deal more agency and wit than we ever get to see in these kinds of historical or fantasy sagas. Claire is surrounded by Scottish men, but she always holds her own and earns their grudging respect and admiration. The show features a great deal of Gaelic that is not subtitled - this can be disconcerting, but is meant to put the audience in Claire's shoes and empathize with her frustration as these men talk about her and decide on her fate. Claire's voiceovers drive the narrative and tell you what to think and feel at any given moment, and the show is all the better for it.

You should also watch Outlander for its sheer beauty. Shot in the wilds of the Scottish Highlands, each scene is achingly gorgeous and otherworldly. The music is soulful and stirring: just listening to the title song at the beginning of every episode transports you right into this world. The sets and costumes are all recreated with marvelous attention to detail, and the actors are committed to telling a wild and sweeping story of war, romance, and tragedy. The Scottish actors, particularly Sam Heughan and Graham McTavish, are fantastic, bringing such depth of feeling to their roles and sharing interesting dynamics with each other and Claire. Tobias Menzies has a wickedly difficult stunt to pull off as he plays Claire's adoring husband in 1945 England, but his psychopathic English ancestor, "Black Jack" Randall in 1743 Scotland. And Caitriona Balfe is a fearless marvel, diving headlong into every scene with courage and wit, daring the men around her to keep up. She allows Claire to be strong and vulnerable, intelligent and bewildered, funny and frustrated. And of course, this is thanks to the showrunners and writers, who are delivering powerful scripts every week that give these characters room to breathe and fully develop into complex human beings.

The first eight episodes of Outlander have already aired and the next eight will air in April. Given the richness and sheer joy of watching this series, it is perfect to binge watch in one go rather than having to wait for weekly installments. But I warn you, the final episode does end with a cliffhanger that is already making me pine for April. Thankfully, there are a stack of novels I can read in the meantime.

Gone Girl: Creepy Brilliance

The last David Fincher movie I saw was The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Like Gone Girl, that film was an adaptation of a novel I loved, and when I saw it, I was mesmerized. So when I went to see Gone Girl, I had high expectations. This movie did not meet those expectations - it surpassed them.

I wrote about the novel in 2012, so if you want a basic plot summary, you can find it here. The movie follows the plot faithfully and manages to turn that incredibly tricky literary narrative into cinematic dynamite. This is due to the screenwriter being Gillian Flynn, who also wrote the novel and is therefore well-equipped to find the best way to intertwine two conflicting stories with flashbacks and deceptions galore. I cannot imagine what it must be like to watch this movie if you've never read the book (it is probably akin to the sheer joy I experienced when I read the book and came to the big reveal halfway through), but despite having read the book, I found this movie incredibly engaging. At two and a half hours, I worried it would be too long, but I was riveted throughout and fascinated to see these incredibly twisted characters that had only existed on the page suddenly come to life on the big screen.

Let's talk about those characters: Nick and Amy Dunne are the poster children for the worst marriage ever. They have their flaws (some slightly more extreme than others) and as the tale of their romance unfolds, you get to glimpse what brought them together and then drew them apart. Ben Affleck and Rosamund Pike are impeccably cast in the lead roles - Affleck captures the weird deadpan aloofness of Nick, who seems incapable of reacting appropriately when his wife goes missing, while Pike is beguiling and then terrifying as the inscrutable Amazing Amy. Neil Patrick Harris has a strangely creepy turn as Desi Collings, an ex-boyfriend who can't resist Amy's pull, while Carrie Coon (who did some amazing work in The Leftovers) plays Nick's twin Margo, a funny, sarcastic woman who is the only truly sympathetic character in the entire movie. Tyler Perry does an excellent job as Tanner Bolt, the lawyer who specializes in "wife killers," while Kim Dickens is marvelous as the suspicious and diligent Detective Boney who uncovers more than she can handle about this mystery. 

Gone Girl tells such a brilliant story that there is no way it could have been a mediocre movie. However, in the hands of David Fincher, it is a sublime film, a psychological thriller that creeps you out and amazes you with every twist and turn, yet maintains a black humor throughout. There are laughs to be had at various points in this movie, almost to allow the audience some room to relax before the next gripping set of scenes unfold. The hypnotic score by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross is always pounding in the background, getting under your skin and making your hair prickle at all the right moments, driving the maddening urgency of this film until it reaches its epic conclusion. Like all of Fincher's films, the cinematography is crisp, haunting, and dark, vividly capturing the mood of this small town and the tragedy as it unfolds. Each scene is filled with shadows and secrets, clues lurking and waiting to reveal themselves in due course to lend yet another manic twist to this tale. 

Like the book, the movie is a treat that leaves you thrilled at what you've witnessed, yet also slightly appalled. Fincher was the perfect director to capture the dark and bizarre world of Gone Girl; thanks to his cast and crew, he has managed to create a masterpiece.