Gone Girl

Gone Girl is the movie Flynn fans hoped for and sets Pike up for a worthy Oscar nomination but Fincher disappoints in failing to improve upon the already-brilliant book.

Gone Girl is a rather funhouse version of this fateful couple's relationship that teeters on depravity, desperation and bitter irony in its every step.

'Gone Girl' may come advertised as a thriller, but that's Fincher being a trickster-he's gone and made the curtest, nastiest, most acidic black comedy about the marital accord since 'The War of the Roses.'

The premise is flat-out creepy. Make sure you're game for that before you see it.

This is a nutty film, and for the most part I mean that in a good way.

Couching its commentary in a propulsive pulp tale, it's a genre triumph at once scary, silly, and deceptively sly.

To satiate your curiosity, the list of appropriate adjectives of what follows in the second and third acts would include twisted, dark, seething, shocking, disturbing, unsettling, rich, creepy, and engrossing. You’ll see.

A masterful adaptation led by a career-best performance from Rosamund Pike.

Gone Girl is a contemporary classic. A great Fincher film with two stellar leads performances (seriously, Affleck is doing great work playing off his own public persona). Flynn's work is like catnip.

The makers want you to relax—maybe even curse under your breath—and feel like you’re in control until they rudely pull the rug off your feet.