A beautiful film. Just brilliant. Fincher has a way with narrative, from the way he sets up the film’s themes with the clockmaker vignette, to the craft shown with the Paris taxi scene, to the superb timing of the “Did I ever tell you that I’ve been struck by lightning seven times?” clips. I’ll reserve judgment until I see Milk and The Wrestler, but for the time being this is my favorite film of the year.
That said, the most touching – and tragic – aspect of the movie was its setting. Inasmuch as it’s about anything, Button is about New Orleans. It’s about race in New Orleans, it’s about New Orleans sea culture, it’s about New Orleans as the only place on earth where someone like Benjamin could exist and make sense. So it was wrenching that Fincher chose to tell the story through flashbacks, flashbacks from a hospital bed as Katrina is about to make landfall.