Fun; Zodiac
A pair of movies about killers, neither of them great, but Fun (1994)
was downright awful. Neither Joe nor I remember (or would admit to)
putting this film on the list, and so we're both baffled at why either
of us would have done such a thing. I started with extremely low
expectations, and so, I was actually pleasantly surprised, at first.
It's nicely shot, in what looks like 16 mm black and white for the
scenes set in the present, colour for the past. The first third of the
film roped me in with what started as some fairly interesting
characters, two teenaged girls who murder an old woman. The dialogue
was stagey, as often are films adapted from stageplays (of which this
is one), but sometimes it didn't matter. A couple of monologues felt
like it was trying to ape David Mamet's Sexual Perversity in Chicago
(which became About Last Night, a 1980s film starring Demi Moore). But
Fun never breaks out of its theatricality, which becomes a burden that
eventually sinks the whole film. The acting became stale and
overdramatic without any insight, so I stopped believing, and after
that, it was just a chore to sit through, especially when the horrible
techno music came on and wouldn't stop. It became a fast-forward.
Zodiac, on the other hand, was a film that Joe had been looking
forward eagerly, Fight Club and Seven being among his favourites. But
Fincher, he said, you let me down! We weren't as enthralled by his
newest work as we wanted to be, though that is a tall order. A
detective film about the Zodiac killer who was never caught, it wasn't
great, but it was, on the whole, quite watchable - except for the few
scenes of murder and killing during which I simply left the room, not
willing to endure explicit violence these days. Being a mother has
made me super-sensitive, which I personally think is a good thing. I
don't know why I don't mind Seven so much, maybe because the actual
killings don't take place before your eyes, and the bodies are treated
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