By BERN MORLEY
So, I went to see Gone Girl. And we really need to talk about it.
Usually, when people aren’t pleased with how a book is adapted to the screen, it has to do with irresponsible casting or because the original storyline has been in some way, compromised. I can’t say that’s why I didn’t enjoy Gone Girl when I saw it earlier this week. In fact, I’d say I was the complete opposite.
Director, David Fincher (The Social Network, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and most notably, Fight Club) has undeniably, done a superb, slick job of bringing author Gillian Flynn’s novel to life.
The casting of Ben Affleck as Nick, and Rosamund Pike as Amy is also hard to fault. I’ll admit I was curious how they would adequately portray both sides of this damaging and at times, baffling to the reader, thriller yet this seemed effortless in the way it was filmed.
It wasn’t even the adaption can often ruin your mental picture of the character. My problem with the movie was that it was simply too true to the book. As a fan of the novel, I already knew the plot, the twists and how it ended. So when it came to sitting down in that theatre for just over 2 and half arse-numbingly long hours, I didn’t sustain one surprise. And if I’m honest, I was…just…bored.
Gone Girl is a novel written by acclaimed author Gillian Flynn. It is, ultimately, a whodunit. Nick and Amy Dunne are the perfect couple, living the perfect life until Amy goes missing and Nick becomes, quite believably, the prime suspect. Yet, of course, not everything is as it seems and through the benefit of narration on both sides, you soon get a picture of what’s really going on. Did he do it? If he did, did Amy, in a way almost deserve it?