Dismissing The Social Network as “that Facebook” movie is like calling There Will be Blood “that milkshake” movie.
Choosing not to see The Social Network because it’s about the internet is like not watching The Shining because it’s about hotel management.
Darn – these are sounding more like Tweets than Facebook statuses — stati? — whatever. Statements like these also over-sell the film’s appeal. Wait – what am I doing writing in complete sentences?
Really good movie 🙂
Mark Zuckerberg = douchebag.
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Okay – Quick – Ten Things You Liked About The Social Network In Ten Minutes:
- Aaron Sorkin’s Rashomon-style, dialogue heavy screenplay that has drawn comparisons (in theme) to Network. Whereas Paddy Chayefsky’s screenplay for Network offered scathing commentary on the “TV Generation”, Sorkin’s screenplay for The Social Network attempts to benchmark the “Internet Generation.” Chayefsky’s grandiose treatment of the written word was a testament to a dying language, akin to a modern-day Shakespeare, which resulted in long diatribes, biting satire, and blistering soliloquies. Sorkin’s sharp, terse and clever treatment represents how the language (and society) has devolved from Network to The Social Network. It’s smug, hollow and darkly humorous. But the only people mad as hell are those willing to take some more.
- The Winklevi will have their day.
- Director David Fincher’s refusal to pigeon-hole himself. His mastery of digital photography and sound design shows that there are valuable skills music-video directors can translate to the cinematic form. The guy still films everything like it’s a slow-burning thriller, which benefits this story that would’ve been done a grave disservice by a pedestrian approach to inherently un-thrilling subject matter.
- Erica Albright is NOT a bitch. In fact, she rocks.
- The Cast: Jesse Eisenberg (one of the most ingratiating kids to bubble up from this latest generation of “too-cool-for-school” young actors), Andrew Garfield (a reliable, sensitive, over-acting chap), and Justin Timberlake (man of 1,000 talents including great comic timing and a natural affinity for evoking a likable douchebaggery swagger) are perfectly cast in their roles as archetypes of the over-stimulated, self-important, interconnected generation Z.
- The valuable lesson learned that forcing chickens into cannibalism can lead directly to getting screwed out of billions of dollars by your best friend.
- That hella-sweet music score from Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross.
- Even in jest, comparing women to farm animals will not go over well, even if you do become the world’s youngest billionaire.
- Every creation myth needs a devil. Thank you, Rashida Jones, love-child of Quincy Jones and Peggy Lipton.
- The Social Network instantly dates itself with its subject matter, but offers a timeless glimpse at mankind’s misdirected drive to succeed based on narcissism, pride, spite and one-upmanship.
P. S. Where’s the movie about MySpace’s founder Tom? Remember how that guy used to make everyone who joined automatically befriend him, thus forcing you to un-friend him, because, you know, he was kinda creepy? What kind of self-loathing masochistic douchebag does that?
Written by David H. Schleicher