Starring: Ben Affleck, Rosamund Pike
Director: David Fincher
Ignorance is bliss when it comes to Gone Girl.
If, like me, you haven’t read Gillian Flynn’s 2012 psychological thriller and you know nothing of the serpentine twists that propelled the novel to the top of the bestsellers list then jealously guard your cluelessness.
The film version of Gone Girl is distinguished by a career-best performance from Rosamund Pike as the pretty wife who vanishes on her fifth wedding anniversary and is presumed dead at the hands of her husband (Ben Affleck).
Gone Girl holds our attention for the majority of the bloated 149-minute running time.
Pike’s theatrics light up the screen and Fincher’s direction is lean, complemented by snappy editing and a discordant score by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross.
Once you regain your balance from Flynn pulling the rug from under your feet, this is a slick yet slightly underwhelming whodunit that doesn’t quite scale the dizzy heights of shock and suspense achieved by Jagged Edge.