When Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl (the novel) was published it 2012, it was an instant sensation; the kind of the literature that is complexly plotted, but written simply enough to appeal to the widest possible audience (wow that sentence sounds kind of elitist, huh? Oh well. If the monocle fits…). It was practically optioned to be a film before it was even released. Modern auteur David Fincher loves a good crime story (Se7en, Zodiac) and a good adaptation (Fight Club, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo), so a book about a missing woman and the husband who may have done something terrible seems like the perfect match for the director.
Day Five of the Los Angeles Film Festival did not go as planned. And – much like Hannibal – I love it when a plan comes together. (That’s Hannibal from The A-Team. Not Hannibal Lecter, though he probably appreciates that sensation as well). Alternatively, I hate it when a plan does not come together. So when my schedule went off the rails today, I was understandably thrown.
My schedule the last couple of days has prohibited my seeing more than two festival movies in a given day so far. I plan to correct this injustice over the weekend – and maybe even into next week – but for now I am satisfied with showing up at the Regal Cinema at LA Live after work, and picking up a free ticket to whatever screening I can make it to.