Se7en

there was this psychological weight that fincher always adds to his films, but this one hits differently. i felt the unsettling weight from its dim lighting, gritty quality, the constant rain, and the claustrophobic interiors.  performance-wise, somerset’s constant underestimation of miller was irritating. however, as the film went on, his intuition proved justified. it highlighted the huge gap in their professional experience. miller is impulsive, often letting his emotions get best of him, while somerset stands in contrast. miller is driven by outrage and idealism, while somerset represents the other side of the coin—measured, detached, and grounded. as to its ending, i never thought the remaining two sins would be very much suprising and unanticipated. wiseful of fincher not to reveal what’s inside the box. it had its purpose to milk thoughts from the audience’s brain. every crime in this film is crafted to provoke a thought. if a person were to ask me, viewing the film drained the shit out of me—emotionally and mentally.