Gone Girl

Gone Girl ★★★★½

Hair flip, a cracked open skull unspooling brain matter all over the room but the answer is blatantly obvious, because it lies within the power of love. Trapped in the perpetual cycle of marital collapse & rebuild, the sharpness of love will find its way home through bruises, slit-open throat and lacerated wounds. She’s like a cat lapping up close, licking and gulping his bloody remains dry. With the red tip of her tongue, she utters something mesmeric, something hypnotic, “I’m the c*nt you married.” Four years since I last saw it, Gone Girl still fucks pretty damn hard.

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