
David Fincher’s ice-cold kind of comedy is admirable, and a good exercise for the analytical. But what I couldn’t figure out is why all of this didn’t add up to something more fun.

A likeable enough adaptation, but throughout, I couldn’t help but wonder how the novel’s legions of fans would take to it. Because there has been a major change to this none-too-subtle story of womanhood in the 1950’s, maybe because the filmmakers thought there weren’t “Lessons” enough in the much beloved book?

Bruce Springsteen’s “Addicted to Romance”, written to accompany the credits on Rebecca Miller’s film, is lithe and lovely. Too bad the movie itself is anything but.

This sizzling psychological thriller is a lot more fun than it probably should be. Because premiering writer/director Chole Domont is tackling some heavy duty stuff here. And, for the most part, she delivers a compelling, all too contemporary puzzle we’ll be putting together long after the film is over.

There are many delicious moments in Pablo Larrain’s vampire allegory. I just wish there had been more of them to sink our teeth into.