Benjamin Clarke’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Just because you can't prove it doesn't mean it's not true."
Turns out I watched this on the anniversary of the taxi cab murder. I imagine Dave Toschi still visits the crime scene to this day.
There isn't any other film I can think of that holds the same power on re-watch and still frustrates me just as much as it did the first time. Each Zodiac vignette unfolds like a self-contained horror film, yet the procedural sequences that stitch them together amplify them to the nth degree. Fincher relishes in the unspeakable just enough to pull us into the mystery without ever exploiting it. And Gyllenhaal's frenetic boy scout quirks ultimately sell its urgency. All those Leo DiCaprio Oscar memes from a couple years ago? They belong to Jake now.