Things always get crazy when women go missing, either because the girl herself is crazy, or because someone crazyis after them. That's the common theme between the two movies I saw today, Gone Girl and Wolf Creek.
I saw the former with my friend in theaters and it was good. I hope I'll never read anything before it's adapted by Fincher. I regret watching The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo before Fincher got his hands on it, but I consider that one of his rare missteps. It's more of a lateral move than an Infernal Affairs to The Departed transition, where a thriller turns into a full blown crime epic. I don't endorse 1:1 remakes. Adaptation requires finesse and a measure of personal investment.
The most sympathetic character in Gone Girl has got to be Margo, the main character's twin sister. She gets dragged into her brother's mess and it's really a dizzying descent into a mad game of manipulation. You know how when you watch something, it reminds you of something you can quite put your finger on? The entire idea of emotional manipulation is definitely familiar, but I just can't pinpoint the source. Just goes to show what kind stuff I've been watching in the past.
After the movie, we drank some Starbucks and talked about films for an hour. I got home and watched Ninja try to finish the raid on hard mode in Destiny. It took many tries, but they eventually did it. I'm keeping notes for future attempts on hard mode. Where there's a way, there's cheese.
I thought about calling it a night but I had to watch something horrific. I don't want to fall back on my schedule and be forced to watch multiple movies in one day. Better to knock them out one at a time. So tonight's selection was Wolf Creek. I've heard about how this movie makes people never want to visit Australia, but I beg to differ. I've never seen such tranquil landscapes of the Australian outback captured on film before. It's really quite beautiful--if it wasn't for the roaming serial killer.
Watching a horror movie based on any setting will make the viewer wary of that particular place, but I've watched enough to separate anxiety of association from actual danger zones. A common theme throughout the world seems to be a collective fear of the wilderness and those who dwell in it. Why are we so afraid of back country hicks? At least Wolf Creek wasn't a repeat of Eden Lake, which has got to be the most infuriating movie I have ever seen, and makes me predisposed to despise UK's youth.
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