Nooo
Heh heh. Is this a comedy?
This really seems like a comedy. A parody? But it’s David Fincher? I didn’t know that he had a sense of humour.
Product placement!
The first 15 minutes of this has possibly been the most tedious 15 minutes I can recall from a movie. Well, except The Smiths bit. Yes, yes, we realise that he’s a moron! And pretentious about it. Did we need 15 minutes for that?
Heh heh. Well, it picked up now.
Did Fincher really need to colour grade Paris this colour? Eww.
But… it’s not a parody? This is a serious thriller?
O my god. I can’t believe it.
I still can’t believe this isn’t a parody. Like, “did you notice anything odd today?” “No, office, just that van with a caterwauling guy playing on the stereo.” (He blasts The Smiths all the time.)
It not just the sheer stupidity of just about every scene. That’s fine. But we’ve been given no reason to care about anything that’s happening, really. OK, they semi-fridged his girlfriend, so I guess that’s supposed to be sufficient?
It also just looks bad. Everything is super colour graded — mostly into greys and teals, like in this scene, and it’s just ick.
Yeah, I guess.
Oh, that’s interesting — virtually all the critics love the movie, but the audience is pretty lukewarm.
I guess people think this is deeply mid. So it’s… Oh yeah! This is Netflix! So this is a movie designed to appeal to people who this kind of movie appeals to: Extruded Film Product.
I’d forgotten. So the scenes are intensely stupid — not because it’s a comment on anything, but just because they haven’t bothered to write anything better. Using The Smiths soundtrack isn’t a comment on anything, but because they thought it would appeal to a certain age group (and besides, they have so many lyrics to choose from that you can always find something to go with the scene in question).
Phew! The dog survived! I was so worried!
Another sequence that made absolutely no sense — if he wanted to kill the guy in Florida, why go into the house? Why not just shoot him from the yard?
*sigh*
And at any point in this movie, would anybody feel anything if the protagonist got killed instead of not getting killed? I don’t think so. “Oh well, it’s over, I guess. Time to put on the next movie in Netflix’ algorithm.” There are no stakes; there’s no tension.
O god, the lines Swinton had to deliver here… I’m embarrassed for Fincher.
Fincher is still trying to redo his Ikea scene from Fight Club?
The Sub Pop t-shirt on the billionaire is a nice touch.
Giving this movie the lowest die rating seems hyperbolic, doesn’t it? Surely it can’t be that bad? Very few professionally made movies are that bad? But c’mon. I’ve never been this bored watching a movie. Everything about it is just so lazy. Even the fight scenes are lazy — they mostly take place in darkness so that you don’t have to get the choreography right.
This is the most “you wanted product, here’s product” film I’ve seen in quite a while, and I would have stopped watching halfway through, but I assumed that it must surely pick up a bit at some point.
But nope.
The Killer. David Fincher. 2023.
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