The two elements of "real events" and "crime" can usually attract a lot of attention, and non-fiction and then fabricated by clever author fantasies have indeed happened to have a perfect script that is more attractive than flawless.
"Zodiac" is adapted from the most heinous crime in American history, and in the movie, you can't see the police directly pointing out the murderer taking people away, the fierce court debate, the victim crying and other bloody pictures, but a long and long case record floating out of the hands of newspaper cartoonists.
The film begins with a focus on the murderer, with the protagonists, newspaper cartoonist Robert (Jack Gyllenhaal), newspaper reporter Paul (Robert Downey Jr.), and San Francisco Police Inspector David (Played by Mark Ruffalo) all scheduled to appear after the killer committed the crime.
Director David Finch undoubtedly first implanted the image of the killer into the audience's brain, and then through the interlaced influence of the protagonists and the process of handling the case, let the audience piece together who the killer is.
The answer should be out of the question. Inspector David followed his partner to the oil-stained factory to find Arthur Leigh Allen, taking in heavy footsteps, white, sparse hair, and a stout figure not much different from what witnesses had identified.
During the conversation, he also said the source of the blood on the knife, coupled with wearing a brand watch printed with "Zodiac", gloves and boots found in his home, all kinds of signs pointed to him again and still could not be arrested.
An answer was about to come out, and the adrenaline rush before breaking through the finish line was when the cartoonist went to the projectionist's house and heard him say, "Those posters were not written by him, not by him, by me."
Then it began to twist, in the end, the previous fragments are a show, or a blindfold? The cartoonist pulled the inspector in the middle of the night in the restaurant to compare the time points one by one, saying that it was a coincidence and too reluctant arrangement, and pulled the focus back to Arthur Leigh Allen.
Should we believe in circumstantial evidence, or is it the key to automatic delivery? "There are very few basements in California homes", "handwriting identification", "description of related persons", "watches", "military boots", "gloves", "writing time"...
The answer was about to exhale, and that breath was choked on the top of the throat, up and down.
From the initial clueless completely follow the letter sent by the killer, Inspector David finds the biggest suspect, and then the cartoonist Robert finds the film projectionist through the clues provided by the secret phone, each of which is suspect, and if the case evidence is applied to these suspects, it is not impossible to meet one or two, but who is the real murderer?
Inspector David once said, "I don't know if he's the murderer, or I really want him to be the murderer" points out the doubts and blind spots in my heart, when all the evidence points to a person and there is no direct evidence, will you objectively determine or subjective judgment? Is it really because he's the murderer, or because you want him to be the murderer?
In the movie, many years later, the victim identified Alan, and when the gaze moved to the expectation in Ellen's heart, he could not help but shout "Hit! It's you!"
The black curtain rises, the white words say it all, and ten years later the DNA test does not match Allen's, and the expectations that were originally cheering and celebrating have been disappointed, and there is no real answer until the case is made into a movie. Whether we are waiting for the real murderer or just the answer that meets psychological expectations.
Seeing that the answer is about to come out, just like a normal movie, we will eventually get the victory - the answer that meets psychological expectations.
"Zodiac" did not let us succeed in the end, the plot reversal, if there is no metaphor, the guidance makes people itch, the paradox and uneasiness in it also rotate, we all have our own answers in our hearts, you have yours; I have mine, but just at the exit of the answer was stamped, called "paradox".