Have you ever had an agonising whirl wind of theories ragging in your mind, with each new one appearing as loud thunder, only then to be followed instantly by a lightening flash of second guessing and after thoughts? Have you ever been tortured with infinite doubt that constantly pecks away at the back of your mind, until paranoia begins to seep in? Gone Girl, both book and film provides an experience that is the very epitome of pleasure and pain. Because whilst it is a great physiological burden, at the same time it has the habit of keeping you tantalisingly on edge, locked in heated debates with friends over what will happen next, giving you explosive excitement of having your mind blown and the feeling that thrillers simply don’t get any better than this…
Like a sand storm across a desert or biblical locus across ancient Egypt, the Gone Girl fever swept mercilessly across the land and like a Haitian vodouists Gillian Flynn resurrected the thriller genre from years of mundane, predictable slumber. Gone Girl is an unbelievable well-crafted book, filled with layers upon layers of tight tension and smoking mirrors, which constantly putts you in a permanent perpetual cycle of second guessing and over thinking. Then along came director David Fincher who does morbid thrillers (Zodiac) better than any other and blends horror with every genre he touches, often with spin tingling effects (Se7en). Combing the two macabre storytellers could only lead to bone chilling results.
Why wouldn’t Nick (Ben Affleck) love fellow writer Amy (Rosamund Pike); she is smart, funny, sexy and most importantly rich, like her books suggest she really is Amazing Amy. But as the audience somehow we get an irking feeling that below the perfectly crafted façade, something strange, dark and forbidden lurks beneath. However when police turn up and start asking Nick about the disappearance of his wife, it seems our preconceptions of Amy were wrong and all along it was nice Nick who really should’ve warranted our suspicions or is their more to the story lurking behind its façade?
First things first, the writing is absolutely incredible and after you read the book, you knew the only person equipped and talented enough to adapt book to screen was Gillian Flynn a conjurer of macabre poetry. Rosemond Pike as Amy was masterstroke of a casting, very much like Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal Lecter, she was able to come across as both charming and yet very haunting. And like Hopkins, she very much deserved all her critical plaudits because of her performance.
Rip apart every last understanding and grasp of the thriller genre you thing you have, because trust me you won’t need when it comes to Gone Girl, a book so fiendishly smart you wonder if the Joker and Einstein had written it themselves. Trying to navigate yourself through the film is like entering into a labyrinth and having the doors close behind you, from then on every turn you take and prediction you make is only met with a foggy dead ends.