Sep 21, 2009
The Game

Director David Fincher specializes in off-kilter Hollywood genre films the likes of which no one else has made since the ‘70s. The Game is one of his many forays into the world of urban paranoia and conspiracy, an involving thriller that’s simultaneously an engaging trifle and genuinely disturbing. Extremely wealthy San Francisco businessman Michael Douglas gets a unique birthday gift from black sheep brother Sean Penn: an appointment with a shadowy company specializing in an elaborate, freeform game that touches every aspect of the participant’s life. As the game moves along, divisions between reality and artifice blur, putting Douglas into states of fear and confusion. For the most part, The Game is an opportunity for Fincher to indulge in his typically stellar compositions and stylistic flair while unfurling a thoroughly ridiculous and awesome plot. But this combination adds up to more than cheap thrills: Douglas’s moment of catharsis at the film’s conclusion is surprisingly touching and doubles as a legit argument for the sort of movies that often get called escapist trash.