"just because you can't prove it doesn't mean it isn't true."

figures that fincher's best film is one about the satisfying thrill of a puzzle and the intrinsic desire to see something through but also the vain, all-consuming, and destructive frustration of obsession. the simultaneous focus on hypnotic fascination with its subject and the obvious fear & paranoia it generates makes for some spectacular stacking/blurring of real procedural detail but the real key to it is how it slowly accumulates and minutely observes the passage of time spent getting deeper and deeper into the work, and how that rubs up against broad denial of closure that the characters are met with at almost every turn. obviously turning such an inherently mundane, soul-sucking experience into an impeccable and engrossing piece of filmmaking is impressive in and of itself , but on rewatches its how committed and sustained it is for such a duration that makes it feel like a truly radical piece of genre subversion.“you almost look disappointed.” absolute masterpiece.