A little voice told me a few days ago that David Poland would do an au contraire on David Fincher‘s Zodiac. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. He didn’t get United 93 either, which also favors a particular atmospheric realism in place of conventional plotting and clear-cut thematic delivery with a red bow on it. The man who loved Quills, Finding Forrester, Munich and Dreamgirls tends to miss films that don’t fulfill certain dramatic or structural criteria that he carries around in his head (where’s the ending? too long! too Pakula!) and which have a way of seeping into your consciousness rather than putting on a suite and tie and knocking on the front door and saying, “Hi, I’m a really smart movie that’s saying something plain and true that you can’t miss…may I come in?”