After Legends of the Fall, Brad Pitt has been rumoured to have thrown a bit of a wobbler, wanting to be taken seriously as an actor and not just be seen as a teenage heart-throb. He cut off his blond locks and, for his next film, chose a much darker and sinister detective story that the teenage girls would have trouble getting into the cinema to see. What followed this decision is a cinematic masterpiece, a truly nightmarish tale that at times is hard to watch.
We are presented with a vision of a city that is so bleak and cruel that no one ever mentions its name. Two detectives--the cynical older detective (Freeman) and the ambitious young detective (Pitt)--are investigating the vilest series of murders that a cinema-going public can cope with. Each murder is based on one of the seven deadly sins everything from greed to, tragically at the climax of the film, wrath. Be thankful for one thing--that these murders were never shown to us; all we see is the bloody aftermath of these violent and unthinkable crimes. This is the master stroke of the film, for it catapults it from a gory slasher flick into cinematic art. It is a bleak, terrifying vision of the world we live in, and leaves you thinking, even hoping, that this is entirely a tale of fiction and such a place does not exist.