Gone Girl
I confess that I'm one of the few people in the universe that didn't unequivocally love the book (but rather thought it was one of the more hateful things I'd read in years) and had no intention of seeing the movie, but I was persuaded to do so when the alternatives were to attend a high school football game, hang out in the Valley or watch Dracula: The Truth Untold, so you can imagine my desperation and low expectations. Despite the visual candy that is Ben Affleck and Rosamund Pike, I maintain that just like the novel, the movie is a slick and soul-less creation with no sympathetic characters that made me long for the halycon days of real thrillers and intimate portraits of marriage and lust, not to mention a hot shower. When my children texted me about two hours in that the football game had ended, I gratefully clambered over the rapt audience and left the theater, missing not only Ben Affleck's supposedly glorious netherparts, but also, evidently, and as usual for me, the depressing cultural zeitgeist in this, the two thousand and fifteenth year of our lord.
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