Gone Girl is such an amazing book. For years and years, I have been waiting for a book; a movie, where the bad guys win.
Every single time I see the good guys win, with their capes flying, with their cheesy smirks, and hopelessly predictable one-liners, something dies in me.
Let
the bad guys win for once just let the bad guys win. I scream.
And I go back into my man cave, and I wonder why can’t there be a story where the bad guys win, why is it always the same old? The criminal gets caught story? Why can’t there be a criminal who is smarter than the detective? Why can’t there just be a perfect crime?
Why, why Gooooood?
I read this story and I think Amy has taken a part of my heart. She’s the one who got away (literally). I will always be in love with her. Every woman I meet will be outshone in the brilliant blinding light of Amazing Amy. They will wonder why it’s not working, they just wouldn’t know I want them to frame me for their murder. fuck my life up.
Reading all those detective stories,
thinking hoping maybe this time, maybe, just maybe, but no
every single time, Holmes and that awful Hercule always two steps ahead of the
criminal. Always catching them. Elementary my dear Watson.
Sighs.
Finally, the gone girl did it for me,
yeah a win for the bad guys, choke on it.
The way she planned it, all those
little details, the patience, the self-sacrifice, (she did kill herself), and
that pretending to be a really sweet innocent girl while you are a criminal
mastermind, Amy would give even Holmes a hard chase. Holmes may be a winner in
his story but Amy is the winner in this one.
I just want to say Amy if you are
out there. If you know you can. Just know that I will let you frame me for your
murder, it’s from the bottom of my heart.No I won’t make it easy. It will be
just you and me. You trying to frame me for your murder, me trying to prove my
innocence. Me always figuring out little holes in your story, you always
improvising and endless series of plot twists. It will be perfect. So romantic.
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