🌡️Room Temperature🌡️’s review published on Letterboxd:
It's taken me only 13 years, but I finally got round to seeing Zodiac.
What's more embarrassing is that it came out in 2007, which I believe is about the time I was still working in a DVD rental store. I can only assume I was busy watching every other 2007 release besides this one.
That said, it's by no means my favorite Fincher movie - and I've seen them all now.
It's not that I didn't enjoy it (because I did), as I quite like a slow-burn procedural that gets technical about all aspects of an investigation, but this felt like a very light crime affair that got blown out of proportion.
I guess I must be dead inside because I felt zero tension throughout the film and I was never thrilled or excited at any point.
This, in part, may be due to the killer not being particularly nasty or frightening. Surely we've all heard/read of much worse killers in real life. Child killers who rape and kill in ways we don't even want to think about. In comparison, this Zodiac killer was a tame criminal, and only gained legendary status for taunting the police and the public with ciphers and never getting caught.
*(Actually, I was kinda nervous/worrying about the woman with the baby who was getting a 'lift' from Mr Psycho - but fortunately that didn't end in tragedy. I can't bear the thought of children suffering harm, so I guess I'm fine, as I can still feel scared for others on screen).
Anyway, there's nothing new to add to a movie that everyone's already seen and analyzed extensively over the years.
But one thing that struck me, was how Inspector Armstrong (Anthony Edwards), after years of being partnered up with Inspector (Ruffalo) Toschi, years of working on cases together and riding in a car together, Toschi drops him off home one evening and Armstrong just says he won't be going into work the next day. He asked for a transfer. And that's it.
After years of partnered friendship that's how he says goodbye? Waits to the last second to relay that they'll probably never see each other again?
No last drinks of farewell?
No "let's grab a coffee sometime?"
No "you should come over for a barbecue one weekend?"
I get that Armstrong wasn't depicted as much of a sociable dude and I don't know how true that scene was to the real interaction, but it was just fucking sad man.
Toschi took it on the chin though. You could tell he was hurt, like being dumped by a girl you're casually seeing for years and are very comfortable with, but she suddenly tells you it's over, and that it's not you, it's her; or rather, it's the place, the work; and by association to it all, she can't see you anymore. Total cutoff. Moving on.
And that's how one day you got friends that are colleagues, and next day they're gone, out of your life, just like that.
At least now I can do a personal ranking of all of Fincher's movies for my amusement.