Thursday: The day in Seven that Morgan and Brad found that bloated corpse of a gluttonous man, his stomach burst after serial killer Kevin Spacey, made him gobble to death!

It's one of the darkest movies of the '90s, and the first truly great film made by David Fincher (of Fight Club fame). On Thursday, it's still raining (as it does until Spacey allows himself to be apprehended). The scene is stylistically gorgeous, the type of aesthetic milked by two-bit Linkin Park video directors. Everything is glum. Everything is horrible. There are corpses. Cockroaches. And all on the first floor of that home.

I don't remember if it was a house or an apartment though.

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