Murder. Hopelessness. Darkness. The creeping, oppressive fear of life’s monstrous emptiness that spreads in the brain like a malignant tumor and drowns all light and joy in a grim tide of crushing resignation. Bleak stuff, yes? Maybe for silly sheeple like you and I who believe in things like hope, objective truths, and some kind of logically defensible moral structure, but for director David Fincher, nihilistic conceptions of humanity’s bottomless capacity for evil is the stuff of Christmas cards. Perusing through Fincher’s filmography may be like taking a tour of sadness in a museum curated by a man with the outlook of Eeyore (with one bizarrely lighthearted exhibit about the mindset of youth defying the physical bounds of age), but that doesn’t necessarily mean that you won’t enjoy your time in David Fincher’s Circus of Suffering so long as yo ...