The Social Network (David Fincher, 2010) November 11, 2010Posted by Richard Bolisay in Biopic, Hollywood, Literature.
Written by Aaron Sorkin
Directed by David Fincher
Cast: Jesse Eisenberg, Andrew Garfield, Justin Timberlake
Hell is other people, and practically what Zuck wanted was bring millions of hell together. Punk, traitor, billionaire, dork, genius, asshole, dickhead, liar, douchebag, stalker, schmuck, connard, he is many things, but above all else: stranger. Not an outsider but a stranger. Camus’ stranger, to be precise. Faithfulness is no longer relevant; in fact, it’s the least important thing. In this age realism is history. What people want is a recreation of truth, a posh celebration of failure, a reminder of beauty and madness regardless of their source. The place Zuck created, the world he held in his hands, the universe he squeezed into a ball, the opportunities he cracked open for every one who merely believed in him: larger than life, smaller than meaning, deeper than nonsense. Rarely do we value detachment, for it means death, and death is unbearable, insufferable, for it means we pass on without having managed to prove anything, not even the slightest difference. Sorkin writes a brilliant script—his verbal Olympics, his tireless bits of clever—based on Zuck’s life at Harvard, but he doesn’t need to understand the persona of his inspiration; he only has to be driven by his idea, to be possessed by his vanity, and to be consumed by his love to breathe life into megalomania. No one can understand Zuck, except maybe, for some absurd reason, Baudelaire: “For the boy playing with his globe and stamps, / the world is equal to his appetite — / how grand the world in the blaze of the lamps, / how petty in tomorrow’s small dry light!” Look at him: a boy so insular, a boy so badly drawn, a boy who paddles through life at the mercy of signals. Look at him and see what you have not become.