Feminism has died. There was no funeral, nor was there an obituary. There it was, alive and well and sitting at a dinner party, making cogent points when all of a sudden, it died.
That’s the main message I take from “Gone Girl”.
It’s based on a bestselling book by Gillian Flynn and I haven’t read that book. Flynn wrote the script and it’s compelling, whizzing along through its twists and turns and pulling the viewer in.
Ben Affleck is impressive, although he will never be my favourite actor. He doesn’t need me. He has everyone else in the world plus Matt Damon and Jennifer Garner thinking he is wonderful.
Rosamund Pike gives a very special performance. Again, she’s usually on the “meh” level for me, but she is great here.
All of the supporting cast are fantastic and all have great moments.
David Fincher is a terrific director and he gives this modern film noir edge and class, if a tad too much darkness.
The soundtrack features new songs co-written by Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails) and Atticus Ross. These are chilling and rather lovely.
Without giving away the key two twists, I can’t begin to explain to you my despair at how feminism is dead, according to this plot. Feminism and marriage both seem like bleak places to live, in this brave new world.
It’s a very involving film and all 150 minutes passed quickly at the Stratford East Picturehouse. I thoroughly enjoyed it, while I was at the cinema.
But afterwards, it hit me like a brick on the head. Feminism had died. And marriage offered no compensating hope of submissive joy.
See it, especially if you haven’t read the book and don’t know the plot. Raise a glass to feminism, wherever it is. Then, get drunk and eat a lot of chocolate.