Disclaimer: Spoilers. Kind of. I think. They’re not really spoiler spoilers because they don’t give away much. I sort of allude to stuff. You know what this ain’t my struggle; I’ve read the book already, you should too.
Meet Nick, he’s your run of the mill lying philandering disgruntled husband. He’s married to (crazy) Amy, the everyday American housewife. ‘Gone Girl’ is full of useful tips and tricks on how to ensnare your husband in an unhappy loveless marriage, fake your own death and get away with it.
The ‘Gone Girl’ Guide encourages you have the following: an unfaithful husband (preferably someone who can easily be portrayed as oily and suspicious by the media); a secret double life (yes you’re gunna have to do like Hannah Montana); a diary full of fabricated entries (make sure they back log years and get creative with it); a docile pregnant friend; a blocked toilet for said friend to urinate in; a small clear plastic pot to gather her urine into; lots of your own blood to smear around; a getaway vehicle; a gun; incriminating items sprinkled around town; a male friend that’s pathetically in love with you; a real pregnancy and bags full of lunacy to pull this off.
Nick. He might have been the partial victim but his character left me feeling salty. I just didn’t like his vibe. Yes, I know his wife faked her death and pinned it on him. Yes, the media turned the country against him. Ordinarily, I would sympathise with is character but no one begged him to be a hoe.
I love how crazy the narrative is. I don’t know where Gillian Flynn found her ideas. If I’m honest, I’m too scared to find out*. Amy’s plan was so convoluted I found the novel genuinely funny**. I can’t wait to watch the film so I can see the comedy gold unfold before me all over again.
Amy: What’s the laptop for?
*her husband must live in fear too.
** Don’t judge me.