The worst thing about this story is that it is real. In almost all quality detectives, the actions are sequential and logical, the heroes go to the goal gradually and at the very end something happens (often the killer is caught). But here something slightly different has come to the attention of viewers around the world.
The killer and the mastermind. We live in a strange world where criminals gain popularity (and often strive for it in this way), find fans and those who are interested in them. Psychologists, doctors, police officers, journalists and you and me, ordinary laypeople, study particularly amazing subjects. The phenomenon of criminals has created a huge and versatile genre of the detective, where the plot is always centered on a mystery, and the mystery man is usually someone who has done something bad. David Fincher, a master of thrillers and detectives, took on the case. His recognizable style and vividly believable story exploded in a storm cloud, poisoning fear and tantalizing unusual flavor.
The trap has been slammed. The plot is based on real events, and therefore some lines are dead ends, cliffhangers, or misleading. But it's interesting. Perhaps it's the realization that that's roughly what happened. Or the usual movie narrative is already somewhat boring, and such an unusual approach gives more immersion and envelops the events with a thick fog. The intrigue is maintained until the very end, the tension grows....
And what awaits at the end? Emptiness. It was the emptiness that left me inside and a pinch of fear. After watching it, I became interested in criminalistics, criminal psychology, stories of real criminals, such as Chikatilo or John Gacy. These people don't deserve their fame, but thanks to them everything inside us trembles. Is it fear of the underdog? Or just banal human curiosity? One thing is important: people are very multifaceted and complex beings, and we should be understood, no matter how we are.