As with Zodiac, I know fuck all about the historical accuracy behind the real life events, so I have no problem with Fincher committing to dramatizing an ostensibly debunked version of history. For me, the most impressive feat is the way Mank blends a decidedly untraditional biopic narrative—borderline impressionistic, quite literally attempting to "give an impression" of Mankiewicz through a sprawling series of semi-disconnected scenes—with expressionistic formalism which perfectly emulates not just the look, but the feel of films from the era. Did my eyes glaze over at times? Of course. The hypnotic cadence of the dialogue is a staple of the Golden Age, a feature which makes revisiting those old classics so rewarding—likely to do the same for Mank.