Fincher's visual control and discipline is amazing, but narratively this film fell flat.

-It's really easy to guess the bad guy.

-Daniel Craig's actions make no sense. He's the dumb girl in the horror flick. The gender twist is nice, I guess, but it doesn't make him any less dumb.

-Evil dude's actions make no sense--even for a crazy person he has to serve something of a logical narrative function. The amount of exposition he spews in the basement is Bond villain-worthy.

-Mara's too much of a genius. It's not interesting if you know a character can do anything. "Hack into a major corporation with mob ties? Sure. Embezzle 2 billion euros? I got that."

-Why does no one in this movie call the cops? Do they even tell the police after Evil Martin meets his fiery end? Old Christopher Plummer rolls in and asks "what have you got?" like he hasn't been informed that his nephew's been mutilating young women for fifty years. Who cleans up the rape room?