Se7en (1995)

 

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Se7en

(1995)

 

Much of this essay is praise, I don’t deny the power of Director David Fincher’s filmmaking, but the first time I saw this movie, recognizing the potency of the telling didn’t make me dislike it any less. I’m a fan of dark films, but I found something off-putting in this one’s self-indulgence. When I thought of the darkest cinema that entranced me, for example “Les Diaboliques” (1955) or “The Vanishing” (1988), I saw cleverly-constructed misanthropic cinema had something to say about the human condition, while “Se7en” only used its cleverness to disguise the emptiness of its vessel

 

“Se7evn” seemed (and still seems) all condiment and no meat, and perhaps I tolerate that in an old MGM musical with bright colors and smiling faces, but not in a film that suggests that our existence no more than a sentence to hell and that even in death there is no reprieve from how demeaning it all is.

 

My opinion of the movie has softened over time, it is a remarkably well-made thriller with great set-pieces and stellar performances, but those first negative opinions still stick with me. It’s a shallow entertainment that preaches the gospel of nihilism, maybe there’s something wrong with me that that doesn’t bother me so much anymore.

 

It's set in an unnamed city, filmed in Los Angeles, looks like New York, and quite-consciously evoking the hyper-chiaroscuro of Basin City, the fictional setting of Frank Miller’s “Sin City” comics (first published in 1991). It follows two detectives, William Somerset (Morgan Freeman) and David Mills (Brad Pitt) hunting a Serial Killer who progressively proves to be among most contrived creations in the history of cinema.

 

And they do it in the rain, because it is always raining. Wrote Roger Ebert, “Somerset, the veteran detective, wears a hat and raincoat. Mills, the kid who has just been transferred into the district, walks bare-headed in the rain as if he'll be young forever.” Maybe the soaking of the power-grids wires is why the lights are rarely working in any of the apartments they visit.

 

Not only is the city unnamed, dark, and rainy, it is also subtly shifted out of time. The fashion reflects several different decades. William works on a typewriter while the rest of the squad use computers (he also reads printed books and goes to the library; these prove to be plot points). There are no pop-culture references or product placements.

 

William is world-weary, ready to retire, and a hell of a lot smarter than the short-tempered but also more idealistic David. Both performances are dead-on perfect, giving individual identities to a pretty stock partnership in Crime Fiction. David also has a beautiful wife, Tracy (Gwyneth Paltrow) whose lack of development and wholly improbable behavior is nicely smoothed over by the Actress’ skills.

 

This will be William’s last case and David’s first big one; it starts at a Crime Scene where an obese man is force-fed pasta and then kicked in the side, leading to death by internal bleeding. There’s a scrawled message left for police, “Gluttony.”

 

It wasn’t hard to make connections to the next killing, even though the MO was radically different, because again there’s a scrawled message. This time the victim is a prominent Attorney known for his defense of Pedophiles and was forced to cut out a pound of his own flesh and bleed out. The message this time reads, “Greed.” There were also clues deliberately left by the Killer, hidden-well but findable, if only by the smartest of Cops. The Killer wants to play a game, but it’s only playable by the worthiest of opponents, I wonder what he would done if mere mediocrities had caught the case instead?

 

These clues lead to not the Killer, but the third victim, who has been slowly dying for a year. He’s a convicted Drug Dealer and a Pederast and has been tied to a bed and receiving a sub-minimal amount of nutrition through an IV. As it happens, he’s alive, but too insane and too fragile to identify his oppressor. Here the message reads, “Sloth.” (Ummm…just how did pedophilia become “Sloth”? The guy had to have had a job, because he previously paid for the high-priced Attorney who died for “Greed.”)

 

It’s not hard to figure out that the Killer sees himself as a Moral Avenger as the three messages are from the list of the Seven Deadly sins of Christian doctrine. By the way, there are also seven Cardinal Virtues, but they don’t come up in this film.

 

It’s also clear that the killer is toying with the police, and the Detectives pursuit of him are frustrated because they can’t seem to get ahead of his spree. There’s some very creative Detective work by William, and the heroes get close, but still the killer eludes them.

 

The treatment of violence is interesting because there are no on-screen killings, only glimpses of the corpses at the crime scenes, the morgue and in black-and-white police photographs; the worst grotesqueries are shared with us as part of the Detective’s matter-of-fact dialogue. That was deft, it allowed the film’s sickness to play on the imagination, and it is pretty sick, especially when the Killer switches to a female victim.

 

After the fifth killing, the Killer, listed on the cast as John Doe (Kevin Spacey), turns himself in. Spacey’s is the finest performance in a film held together with fine performances, he doesn’t exude rage all, he’s revealed as a creature defined by how much his hatred has simmered with him from all of his personal disappointments, leading him to re-invent himself as the weirdly detached wrath of God. Instead of being wild-eyes, he’s calm, polite, and self-satisfied, moreover, he knows his game isn’t over yet and he’s still running it. The performance is less-like Spacey as the Villain in “Swimming with Sharks” (1994) and more like Spacey’s role in “The Usual Suspects” (1995) except in this case Roger Kint isn’t hiding the fact that he’s also Kaiser Söze, Joe Doe is pleased with himself. When David tells John Doe that his crimes will soon be forgotten with the next news cycle, John responds that they will be remembered forever, he is an Artist and these killings are his masterpiece.

 

There’s a tension in that, because the end game promises to be horrific -- and it is. John doesn’t just leave seven dead behind, he also leaves the moral ruin of the living.

 

Wrote Mark Salisbury, “[The film] creates an overwhelming sense of unease, presenting a world of irredeemable ugliness, a grim, melancholic, depressing, decaying society from which there is no escape.”

 

Yes, it does, and that should be enough, but I can’t help but ask, “But why?”

 

The film “Se7en” is most similar to is “The Hitcher” (1986), both concerned game-playing Serial Killers manipulating the Hero into a final confrontation which is the greatest fulfillment of the Killer’s own twisted fantasies. There were even behind-the-scenes similarities, the studios’ hesitation about such dark material, the original script being passed from hand-to-hand in a pre-production purgatory, and especially fierce battles to preserve the full monstrousness of the penultimate savagery. But “The Hitcher” was austere in its visuals and the ambiguous central relationship between Hunter and Hunted had deeper emotional resonance. Though “The Hitcher’s” view of life was pretty dark, it was not devoid of respect for those whose view is not so bleak. “The Hitcher’s” Villain was a perversion, while in “Se7en,” John Doe is treated as if he is a Prophet of some great truth.

 

Director Fincher admits he’s a cynic, and most of his films not only reflect that, but how he was willing to push it to extremes like no other. His first feature, “Alien 3” (1992), was, as Critic Jack Nicholls put it, “submerged in the bewildering, monochrome intensity of pain and dereliction, photographed in claustrophobic close-up throughout, that is the whole of this film. All else – including narrative tension and indeed the very idea of story – is subjugated to this grim motif. This (probably bad) film is almost admirable in its refusal to give the audience any solace or entertainment at all.”

 

In an interview, Fincher describes how he got a attracted to the project, and specifically addresses the penultimate killing, “So I read it, and got to the end, with the head in the box, and I called him and said, ‘This is fantastic, this is so great because I had thought it was a police procedural; now it’s this meditation on evil and how evil gets on you and you can’t get it off.’ And he [Fincher’s agent] said, ‘What are you talking about?’ And I talked about the whole head-in-the-box thing, she’s been dead for hours and there’s no bullshit chase across town and the guy driving on sidewalks to get to the woman, who’s drawing a bath while the serial killer sneaks in the back window. And he goes, ‘Oh, they sent you the wrong draft.’ [audience laughs] And he sent me the right draft, and there was a guy driving across town on sidewalks, serial killer sneaking in the back window.”

 

In the end, they went with the head-in-the-box.

 

“Se7en” was not only hugely successful, but hugely influential. As mentioned about, the film-makers were open about trying to evoke the look of “Sin City,” and that is what most of the industry took from this film, introducing a string of Hyper-Noir thrillers which climaxed in the cinema adaptation of “Sin City” (2005).

 

Fincher’s films would remain dark and cynical, but he cut back on the stylization and contrivances as he started grappling with more realistic Character studies. The turning point was probably “Zodiac” (2007), another film about a game-playing Serial Killer, but explored the consequentialism of Evil in admirable depth. This time it was based on a true story, and credited as an unusually accurate recreation. Though one Suspect is given a lot of attention, the case is left unsolved in the film just as it was in Real Life, and the focus is on Detectives and Newspapermen who get sucked into a dark place because they can’t let the unsolvable crime go. The film makes it clear that San Francisco was a pretty violent place in the 1970s, and the Real-World Zodiac killer’s Victims were a mere drop in the city’s Homicide bucket, yet this taunting Killer warped the lives of several who couldn’t be called his Victims in any traditional sense.

 

Though “Zodiac” is superior to “Se7en” in all measures except for “Se7en’s” captivating hyper-stylization, “Zodiac” barely turned a profit.

 

I hope there’s no lesson in that.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4YV2_TcCoE

 

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