Dir. David Fincher (1999).
As much designed as directed, David Fincher’s dark satire of male bonding has a funny, swank nihilism that suggests Brazil with bloody chiclets. Then the steel and chrome soufflé falls apart—despite a powerful finale, this movie is at least an hour too long.
Sat., June 25, midnight; Sun., June 26, midnight, 2011
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on June 15, 2011