Trapped in a Fincher Film — Which One’s the Worst?

“Wake up. It’s raining. Again. Oh — and Sloth has something to show you.”

“You just got punched in the face by your imaginary best friend for the third time today. It’s only Tuesday.”

“You try to make a nice breakfast. Amy’s fake blood packet is in the fridge. Again.”

“You’re stuck in the newsroom. The killer sends you a cryptic letter. You spill coffee on it.”

“There are no rules. Except one: you don’t get to know what’s real. Also, happy birthday?”

“You crash-landed in a prison full of bald space monks. There’s a xenomorph. No one brought soap.”

“You age backwards. You’re now 3 years old with arthritis. People are weirded out.”

“Black-and-white Hollywood. You have liver damage and a typewriter. That’s it.”

“You’re stuck in a house with Forest Whitaker breaking in. Also, Jodie Foster is very stressed.”

“Snow. Serial killers. Laptop battery at 3%. Lisbeth just hacked your entire life.”

“You’re trying to have a calm week. The narrator won’t shut up. Someone’s about to get sniped — might be you.”