This is some kind of landmark in the annals of Entertainment Weekly covers, which are always aimed at dumb girls and therefore flat and obvious as shit. This puppy is out there, if nothing else. Context, intrigue, perversity, etc. Some kind of metaphorical necrophiliac attitude mixed with the nervy irreverence of director David Fincher. Not to mention a “come again?” quality. If you’ve read Gillian Flynn‘s “Gone Girl” (or even the Wiki page plot summary), you…aahh, forget it. Then again Fincher isn’t sticking that closely to the book so all bets are off.
