I’ve already discussed my love of true crime on Cinema Sips, but in case you missed it, I have a thing for serial killers. Especially serial killers of the 1960s-70s. While I’m still awaiting that big-budget Richard Speck biopic (somebody PLEEEEAAAASE make this movie), I have to tide myself over with David Fincher’s Zodiac (Disc/Download).
After watching Fincher’s recent television project Mindhunter, it’s very clear that Zodiac should have been a mini-series. I personally split it up into two nights of viewing, because let’s face it, two hours and thirty-seven straight minutes of police procedurals can be a bit fatiguing. But even with this lengthy run-time, it still felt like crucial details were missing. With crimes taking place over several years, the film often skips ahead, which is great for the case, but not so great for character development. Jake Gyllenhaal is married after one bad date? Robert Downey Jr. went from ace reporter to alcoholic houseboat dweller? When did all this happen? But where the film truly shines is in the actual murder depictions, and in the questioning of potential suspects. Fincher amps up the tension like a pro, making you wonder what sort of sick turn he’ll take next. Will the couple make it out of this picnic alive? Will Ione Skye and her baby escape from the car? Is Jake Gyllenhaal about to be murdered in the basement of a San Francisco cinephile? Is the weapon of choice an old Buster Keaton reel?? I CAN’T LOOK AWAY.
I’m a sucker for good production design, and it’s clear that this film was painstakingly researched. When Jake Gyllenhaal and Robert Downey Jr. settle into a leather booth in a dim San Francisco joint, you can almost smell the cigarettes and aftershave. Gyllenhaal’s character orders an Aqua Velva cocktail, so let’s stay movie-appropriate and follow his lead.
1 oz Vodka
1 oz Gin
½ oz Blue Curacao
Lemon Slice, Maraschino Cherry for garnish
Combine vodka, gin, and blue curacao in a shaker with ice. Shake until chilled, then strain into a rocks-filled glass. Top with Sprite, and garnish with a lemon slice, maraschino cherry, and drink umbrella.
While this film certainly has its flaws, it’s still a thrilling step back in time to a frightening period of American history. The term serial killer hadn’t even been invented yet, but nevertheless, they were out there. Taunting us. Watching us. Waiting for their lives to be immortalized on celluloid…