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The World Is Yours

By David Liu
Daily Cal Senior Staff Writer
Monday, October 4, 2010
Category: Arts & Entertainment > Film & Television

For to what purpose," Adam Smith once wrote, "is all the toil and bustle of this world? What is the end of avarice and ambition, of the pursuit of wealth, of power, and pre-eminence?" Had Smith, the patriarch of all our modern innovation-driven societies, lived to witness the conception of a billion-dollar virtual enterprise like Facebook, he likely would have expressed similar sentiments.

We have arrived at the Age of Mark Zuckerberg, the 26-year-old self-made entrepreneur who holds Internet communication in the palm of his hand, and "The Social Network" is both his story and very much our own. Building on the wisdoms and ironies of ages past, director David Fincher and screenwriter Aaron Sorkin have crafted a compelling hybrid of grand entertainment and incisive social commentary, the rare studio picture that edifies and enlightens.

In the film's memorable pre-credits sequence, we are thrust into the heat of a feisty argument between Zuckerberg (Jesse Eisenberg) and girlfriend Erica (Rooney Mara). He brags about status and she brands him an "asshole"; in the wake of this bruising verbal exchange, a relationship crumbles and a revolution is born. In the scenario that follows, Zuckerberg returns to his dorm, grabs a cold beer and begins coding furiously. As the film cross-cuts between his bitter epiphany and a massive house party taking place elsewhere on campus, progress and decadence clash head-on, suggesting an upheaval born of geeky retribution.

Harvard University in "The Social Network" stands firmly rooted in the soil of Old World stratification, oppressive yet brimming with elusive opportunities. Zuckerberg both fits and breaks the Ivy League mold - he's arrogant, sharp-tongued and intelligent, but also socially awkward and far removed from the elitist clubs he wants so desperately to be a part of. Convinced of his idea's marketability, Zuckerberg enlists the acumen of best friend Eduardo Saverin (Andrew Garfield), a good-natured economics student who is in many ways Zuckerberg's moral conscience.

After accepting an invitation to code for social networking site ConnectU, Zuckerberg promptly unveils, much to the chagrin and suspicion of his classmates-turned-competitors. "I'm six-foot-five, 220 and there's two of me," gloats one of the Winklevoss twins (Armie Hammer), co-founders of ConnectU and proud members of Harvard's rowing crew. Yet for all their aristocratic machismo, Zuckerberg's would-be rivals are hampered by one inevitable notion: Power and privilege, once inseparable, are no longer one and the same.

A time-lapse shot of the San Francisco skyline signals our hero's pilgrimage to the proverbial Promised Land: California's booming Silicon Valley, where Napster founder Sean Parker (the splendid Justin Timberlake) holds the keys to Facebook's ascendance. Shrewd and street-smart, Parker exudes a devilish charm. "Private behavior is a relic of a time gone by," he reminds Zuckerberg. "They don't want you, they want your idea." Relishing the opportunity, Zuckerberg invites Parker into the fold and, in turn, sows the first seeds of discord in his relationship with Saverin. As Sorkin's screenplay darts back and forth between an ongoing lawsuit and Facebook's meteoric rise to prominence in Palo Alto, loyalties disintegrate and impending chaos looms.

Embodying the spirit of the Internet Age, "The Social Network" occupies the same wavelength as 2007's "Zodiac," Fincher's other magisterial dissection of the relationship between man and media. And like the journalists and detectives in "Zodiac," Kevin Spacey's ruthless killer in "Seven" and Edward Norton's white-collar waif in "Fight Club," the twenty-somethings in "The Social Network" are restless forces of nature, obsessive and meticulous to a fault. Their hunger for social revolution appeals to us even as we deplore their personal shortcomings.

Driven by Sorkin's breathless, blistering narrative, "The Social Network" gains further leverage from Fincher's procedural vision. Editing flourishes, elaborate camera compositions and intricate sound design coalesce and lend the film an epic atmosphere. A rowing race set to a variation of "In the Hall of the Mountain King," filmed through a tilt-shift lens, recalls the primitive might of a Sergei Eisenstein montage.

In addition, Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross' pulsating musical landscapes amplify key moments of anxiety and revelation. In one scene, deafening club music stops just short of drowning out a key conversation between Zuckerberg and Parker, augmenting the hyperreality of their discourse. In another, dead silence is punctuated only by the sound of fingers on a keyboard, as a close-up of Zuckerberg's face confirms his evolution from obscure wunderkind to lonely sovereign of a virtual empire.

"Creation myths need a devil," one litigation attorney tells Zuckerberg late in "The Social Network," capturing the essence of history being simultaneously made and rewritten. From the film's exhilarating buildup to its morose conclusion, the one-two punch of Fincher and Sorkin rarely misses a beat, and it's beautiful to behold. Straddling the divide between art and industry, they have elevated the genesis of Facebook into a sprawling rumination on one man's Pyrrhic conquest. Like all great American sagas, the result feels at once mythic and momentous.

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