david fincher continues to churn out his unique style of movie. this one isn't quite as good as his other efforts (se7en, fight club, the game) but the reality of the situation is gripping. the movie seems like its over two-thirds of the way through but then there's another hour or so of jake gyllenhaal running around being scared by would-be serial killers. it's strange that "the zodiac" actually ends up fucking most of his kills, as many of the victims are left alive. after the movie, i had to head over to the crime library to check out the real story.
thank goodness the movie was good as we spent $40 on tickets and parking -- we forgot to stamp our parking ticket and we got out of the movie at 2:30am, well past the closing time. damn me.