Then I was going to write about how the cat in the movie was a cat from some romantic comedy thrown accidentally into a thriller picture and nobody really knew what to do with the cat once it had seemed like a freaking plot point to feed the damn floppy thing.
But that's not what I'm going to write about. No.
Instead I'm going to write about the gratuitous thigh scratching.
Look, I have to sit though tiresome essays like this one. Ooh. Fincher doesn't use closeups when he doesn't have to. Oh yeah? Then explain the thigh scratch to me.
Maybe the whole thing was a goof. Maybe the cat was really Jonesey from Alien. Maybe it's Fincher's apology for ruining the Alien franchise. |
But that's not the point. The point is that we cut to the closeup of a thigh. Being scratched.
Why?
That closeup actually makes me angry. I should go lie down.
2 comments:
You are crazy. That movie was directed excellently. Sure, any competent director could have turned in a decent movie, but not what Fincher did.
And I am unaware of the thigh scratching you're referring to. When did it happen?
She was on an old computer and looking at the video of him next to the sign where he smiles momentarily, so she selects the frame and sends it to the TV station.
See? you don't remember the shot because it served no purpose whatsoever. ;-)
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