I’m fucked. My brain is well and truly fucked.
Okay, that was a terrible opening line as far as blog posts go. Let me explain. Last month, I purchased a novel (eBook) at the suggestion of Anna from Slightly Astray. The book is Gone Girl, written by the American author Gillian Flynn.
It is a great book, but it is also a very stressful (more like traumatizing) read for me. Prior to this, I have been reading quite a few Harlequin Super Romances where the stories are more straightforward and predictable. This Gone Girl, well, it is a story of the unraveling of a happily married couple (Nick Dunne and Amy Elliot Dunne) into a battle of wits between a sociopath and a psychopath, where both man and wife are revealed to be bloody liars and assholes. To keep things short, let’s just say this book has successfully made me doubt whether marriage is a good thing or a horrible thing. After finishing the book, I actually spent 2 weeks rejoicing that I do not have a girlfriend! Fuck! Thanks, Anna!
So, when I saw that the movie version of Gone Girl is showing in the cinemas, the masochistic fool that I am could not resist. I drove all the way to Gurney Plaza (again, they’re not showing this movie in Queensbay Mall) to watch this movie, alone (again). I am fairly sure nobody in my circle of friends even know what this movie is about anyway, everyone is supposed to be going after The Hobbit.
I wouldn’t recommend this movie to anyone who has not read the book. This movie is kind of like Twilight and The Da Vinci Code, you won’t be able to appreciate the subtle things that the actors are trying to portray if you do not know the book version of the story beforehand.
Take this scene for example,
This guy’s wife is missing, they have a press conference to spread the news and get help, and he poses for a photo next to his wife’s poster with a smile. If you have read the book, you would understand why he did this instead of sobbing like a lunatic. The book has literally pages of character buildup prior to this scene. If you have not read the book, you would just think this guy is an asshole.
Okay, I have to admit, the other reason why I couldn’t resist the movie is because Neil Patrick Harris is in it. I guess we all know that Neil is mostly a comedian. And a bloody good one at that. If you watch How I Met Your Mother, you would know..
When I saw the trailers and saw Neil inside, I actually did not know which character he is going to be. I don’t remember any character in the book being someone funny. Whoever he is portraying, it will be interesting to see how he does it with a humorous twist, right?
WRONG! Neil plays Desi Collings, ex-boyfriend of the psychopathic wife. What the fuck…
You know how that messed me up? I was used to Neil being Barney Stinson, someone who is funny. Someone who is a comedic relief. Someone who is talented in pranks. Someone who is legendary and awesome!
Instead of being Barney Stinson the legendary serial womanizer who would work hard to get under ladies’ pants and then ditch them the next morning, I would now remember Neil as Desi Collings, the possessive, one-woman only psychopath ex-boyfriend of a psychopathic woman. Damn!
When I came home, I quickly searched some of the funnier video clips of Neil on Youtube and found myself unable to laugh like before. The only images that appear in my mind are the ones with his face when he was dying. I don’t know how long this is going to last! Shit!
That’s why I said, my brain is well and truly fucked, fucked beyond the highest order!