“If we catch John Doe and he turns out to be the devil, I mean if he’s Satan himself, that might live up to our expectations, but he’s not the devil. He’s just a man.”
Fincher’s grottiest film — still beautiful and composed, but with all the grime of the New York City underworld in every frame — it’s dark and brooding, one of the best serial killer films that throws some serious gut punches.
★★★★✩