Today, I’m comparing the Gone Girl book with the movie. This story is a piece of work, alright. If I had to give Gone Girl a tag line, it would be: “Welcome to Gone Girl, where everyone is an asshole”. It is completely messed up and an absolute mindfuck, but it’s one hell of a ride.
Taken from the book’s Goodreads page:
On a warm summer morning in North Carthage, Missouri, it is Nick and Amy Dunne’s fifth wedding anniversary. Presents are being wrapped and reservations are being made when Nick’s clever and beautiful wife disappears from their rented McMansion on the Mississippi River. Husband-of-the-Year Nick isn’t doing himself any favors with cringe-worthy daydreams about the slope and shape of his wife’s head, but passages from Amy’s diary reveal the alpha-girl perfectionist could have put anyone dangerously on edge. Under mounting pressure from the police and the media–as well as Amy’s fiercely doting parents–the town golden boy parades an endless series of lies, deceits, and inappropriate behavior. Nick is oddly evasive, and he’s definitely bitter–but is he really a killer?
As the cops close in, every couple in town is soon wondering how well they know the one that they love. With his twin sister, Margo, at his side, Nick stands by his innocence. Trouble is, if Nick didn’t do it, where is that beautiful wife? And what was in that silvery gift box hidden in the back of her bedroom closet?
I’m pretty sure everyone has heard about the book, simply because so many people were talking about it. So when the movie came out, I decided to read the book first, since I still hadn’t read any spoilers. All I knew was that there were twists and that Nick was a cockmonkey. Well, they got that right.
I have to say that I wasn’t hooked from the very start. I was kind of bored throughout the first 30% and I would’ve stopped reading if I didn’t know about the presence of massive twists, which I knew I wanted to see for myself. Despite having predicted the major twist, I didn’t put down the book after that. I had to know the who, the where, the how, the why, and the what the fuck?!
It was hard being in Nick’s head because he was such an assclown. His head was filled with assclown things, and I wanted to hit him in the face with a cactus multiple times.
The book was raw and gritty and completely messed up, but also a pretty damn good read.
The movie was a pretty decent movie adaptation, although I’m glad I read the book beforehand, because some things may not have made as much sense. I had all the background information I needed from the book, which helped me. I didn’t get the same feel as I did while reading. Sure, it was messed up, but now that I’ve seen the movie, I like the amount of detail that went into the book. It gave the story a slower pace, but it needed that.
Hands down, Rosamund Pike’s performance was the best. She was good. Really good. I could not stop watching her when she was on screen. Amy’s character by itself is incredibly fascinating View Spoiler »You know, because she’s such a raging psychopath « Hide Spoiler and Rosamund did an amazing job at bringing her to life. Kudos.
I also liked Margot and the fact that I didn’t want to punch Nick in the face every other minute.
There is one scene I could have gone my whole life without seeing, though. I am not good with graphic scenes. The ones who’ve seen the movie, know what I’m talking about. THAT scene at the end. View Spoiler »Where Desi gets fucking slaughtered. Oh my god. SO MUCH BLOOD. « Hide Spoiler I think my texts to my friend Aly speak for themselves:
I knew there was a graphic scene coming and I get why it’s in there and why it’s so… vivid, but UGH. NASTY.
Rosamund Pike easily carried that entire movie on her two shoulders, but I think for the overall experience, I’m going to have to go with book > movie. The book just made me feel and think more (other than “EW OH MY GOD GROSS”), and I like it when a book does that. It was more descriptive, more complete. It was a total clusterfuck of a story, but a pretty brilliant one. Though if I never have to see that scene again, it will be too soon.