A.V. Club: Gone Girl begins as a surprisingly generic investigation thriller in the Presumed Innocent mode before gradually rising to Paul Verhoeven levels of exaggerated, comic trashiness. (There are some horrifyingly funny scenes involving Neil Patrick Harris as a creep with a designer pad.) But the focus is fundamentally on two people trying to navigate each other’s secrets and headspaces, in ways that they, let alone the viewer, could hardly hope to understand.
This is a far richer film than Fincher’s The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo—and one that, I suspect, will be remembered with his best.
A mess
