Reviews:
We could launch into a bitter diatribe about the fleeting American attention span here, using
Zodiac's meh box office performance as Exhibit #1, but hey,
CSI and its offshoots constantly dominate the Nielsens. So other than the protracted running time'"which doesn't seem to stop anybody from lining up to gawk at Pirates or Spider-Men'"why did everybody pass on this tense, evocative procedural? Well, for one thing (major, major spoiler alert) the Frisco serial killer depicted herein was never caught, and we love resolution and retribution (see:
Hostel). So this David Fincher-helmed gem'"we weren't worried about you after
Panic Room, bud, not for a second'"sought to capture the mania of the men doomed to
not capture the Zodiac Killer (played by Jake Gyllenhall, Robert Downey Jr. and Mark Ruffalo) and accomplished that rather brilliantly. Their expenditure of brainpower and energy yields infinitesimal results. Rarely has so much introspection been afforded to the notion of futility in a big-budget Hollywood flick. It's a trend we can get behind.
