The more you try and think about the plot of David Fincher's The Game, the more confused and frustrated you will become. Usually that would guarantee a negative review. After all, the film's narrative constantly teeters on the line between implausibility and impossibility. But there is enough evident craftsmanship and atmosphere to forgive the main narrative. It all begins when Nicholas Van Orton, a miserly investment banker, is given a birthday gift by his brother, Conrad. The gift is a ticket for a game provided by a bizarre company called Consumer Recreation Services (CRS). When Nicholas eventually accepts the gift, he discovers that CRS is a scam. The company drained his assets, stole his property, and put a hit out on his life before completely disappearing. OR DID THEY?!?! See, this is the whole problem behind The Game: the film constantly switches between suggesting that CRS is really a scam and suggesting that absolutely everything that happens to him was coordinated by CRS as part of the game. To say that the film jumps the shark on this premise at the end is an understatement. But the fun is in the game itself, not the resolution. If you can stomach multiple twists that try to out-do each other, then you will probably enjoy The Game. It is, after all, a very good film.
8/10
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