Advertising and critics demand we love a mediocre film for the rich.

Rating: 1/10 (6 October 2010)

The trailers are the best I've seen, the reviews eerily better, making me wonder what cost more, the advertising or paying off critics, because bottom line is if Facebook were not popular, you would not care at all about this film. AT ALL. People raving about this film are simply fooled by the trite joy that "Hey, I use Facebook and here are the guys who made it", when the film itself is dismal. I was hoping for another Zodiak, and refuse to believe David Fincher had anything to do with this bland wreck. It's a film made by rich people about rich people for rich people.
All characters are one-dimensional with no arc Critics rave of witty dialogue, but only three moments offer any (you can see them online and save your money). Any potential emotional conflict is COMPLETELY left out, most notably sharing in any inward struggle the main character must have had to betray his only friend for no reason. We are given blow-jobs and cocaine over character growth and anyone we can relate to.
This film demonstrates two trends in Hollywood that in my opinion are destroying cinema, first and most importantly is that if a film is "based on a true story" it need not tell a story well. There are recreation scenes on "America's Most Wanted" with more character growth than this film. A documentary would be more entertaining because we would not be expecting to sympathize and vicariously bond with any characters.
The second destructive trend in Hollywood is pouring advertising money into bad films. It seems the better the film, the less advertising money is put in because they know people will love the film for the film. Here we are told from every ad and critic on the planet to love this film before entering the theater and the entire time watching it I sit there are say "when is the part I'm supposed to love, or even care about." I recognize a few smart lines from the trailer and the audience seemed to smirk at those, but even the woman who pretended to be shocked by "22,000 hits over 2,200" had a sense of boredom and confusion in her gasp that reeked of doubt as to "why should I care?" Why should anyone? We've been had!