Sunday, December 25, 2011

The Game

The Game is one of those movies that I have been waiting to watch for quite some time. I am a fan of the director, David Fincher(Fight Club, Seven, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo), and was curious to find out how the plot to this movie was going to unfold. In short, it did not disappoint.

The Game is a movie about San Francisco Banker Nicholas Van Orton  (Michael Douglas) who receives a present from his brother (Sean Penn) to play a special type of game. It isn't long before Nicholas Van Orton finds himself questioning what is reality and what is part of this elaborate game.

Apart from the unique story, my favorite part of this movie has to be the amazing performance put on my Michael Douglas. Over the course of the movie, I found myself shocked and awestruck at his gradual slide into insanity. Also, with a run time of almost 2 hours, I didn't find myself checking the time at all.

One thing I was not a fan of was that there were too many "What If" parts of the movie. Without giving anything away, a few things that happen over the course of the movie may have been disastrous if something minute hadn't happened earlier.

Over all, I would suggest this movie to people who are a fan of psychological thrillers. If you want a movie to watch absent mindedly as you do chores of some sort, you would probably not enjoy this movie much at all. At the time of writing this (12-25-11) it is available to watch on Netflix Instant Watch.


  1. I'll definitely check this out as well as the girl with the dragon tattoo. I didn't realize that this director directed seven, and fight club, two of my personal favorites

  2. Michaele Douglas is one of my fave actors

  3. I'm actually really excited to watch this and just haven't got around to it yet.

  4. You're right, friend. This is the BIGGEST game we've ever played. Life. Lemme tella youse how I got through. Follow us and wiseabove...

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