This gets so much better as it goes. It starts on such an odd note where it reads like you walked into the theatre an hour late. I think it’s just so frantic in that first act and the more it really starts to settle and invites you into what it’s trying to do, you come around to it. There’s a lot of good in here, but for someone like Fincher—a master at making the audience care about anything he throws at them—I was bored way more than I should have been.