I attended the Christmas release of Fincher's Buttons yesterday, and the film haunts me still. While I've read several reviews belittling the directorial casting choice (Fincher's previous credits include Se7en and Zodiac), I see no more perfect a selection than the godfather or serial killer narratives to bring to life Fitzgerald's rendition of time-as-silent-killer.
A part of me always winces when I see recycled classics on the big screen, but this one's an example of repuporsing with purpose. Hollywood's mastered the art of bringing the textual to the screen in spectacular ways (this is what Godard loves about the Americans), and this is one of those universal stories that packs the most punch when told visually.
