In 1995, director David Fincher emerged from the disappointing Alien 3 to create a thriller about a serial killer organizing his murders around the seven deadly sins. And while Fincher moved on to high-profile gigs like Fight Club and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Seven remains one of the most profoundly disturbing genre pieces of the past 20 years.
As the cops investigating the horrifying work of “John Doe,” Morgan Freeman and Brad Pitt deliver the gravitas
and star power. But it’s Kevin Spacey as the moralizing killer who
turns the tale into something truly electrifying. More than any of the
gruesome killings, Seven is anchored by a philosophical debate
between Pitt’s Detective Mills and Spacey’s John Doe over what it takes
to get attention in a world of horrors. Their final confrontation in
the desert may be chillingly memorable (“What’s in the box?”), but Seven continues to resonate as a portrait of what happens to a society numbed to the things that should outrage us.