To set the stage, my wife and I were watching Gone Girl for the second time (first time with the in-laws). I was in hot anticipation of seeing Ben Affleck’s penis as I had not on the first viewing, but evidently it was front and center like a page 6 spread because it was all my fellow critics seemed to talk about. In general, this film was more gratuitous than I remember.
However, when Nick Dunne’s extra-marital affair goes public, we noticed another small detail previously glossed over — though equally voluptuous. Andie donned the last name, Fitzgerald.
Now both characters are writers, both well-read, and Gillian Flynn makes no attempt to mask the meta-narrative. Characters leave each other clues in the murder mystery and Amy literally writes a compelling 300 page thriller full of truths and fictions that are — oddly enough — normaler than fiction since she paints the picture of an abusive and violent husband as opposed to revealing the inner workings of a manipulative, suicidal psychopath. Continue reading