Caught it on DVD today. Probably one of the few movies to ever make it out of the cutting room where things start to happen around the 2 hour mark, instead of the 20 minute mark. I like David Fincher and I've been waiting a long time to see this movie, pretty psyched about seeing it, actually, but it turned out to be a somewhat dull experience, sadly. I don't know, maybe it's too good at recreating the tedium of an endless, essentially fruitless police investigation. It felt to me like a book translated to the screen chronologically and as straightforward as a Missouri plain -- without any peaks or valleys for a joy ride. Yeah, there are three killings, but they also felt as mechanical and analytical as a police report. Fincher definitely went too clinical in his approach to telling the story. Maybe he felt the subject matter deserved it, but I didn't as a viewer.