I didn’t mention this last weekend, but David Fincher’s Zodiac is quite good—a tightly controlled, obsessively detailed journalistic procedural that works as an inversion of the serial killer thriller paradigm that Fincher helped set up in Seven. Fincher’s known in large part for his bold, uncompromising endings: the final twists in Fight Club and The Game, the downers that closed out Alien 3 and Seven. In Zodiac, he avoids high-intensity revelations and instead sticks to the maddening, unsatisfying truth. It’s a lesson that every historian and journalist quickly learns: that sometimes all the information in the world won’t actually tell you what happened. For those who want to read more, Matt Zoller Seitz has a very sharp review at The House Next Door.