'The Adventures of Cliff Booth' Dropped a Badass Trailer During the Super Bowl

"During last night's Super Bowl, the first teaser for The Adventures of Cliff Booth starring Brad Pitt premiered at last. The teaser shows an injured Booth nursing a bad knee when a woman, played by Elizabeth Debicki, makes reference to the previous film in which Cliff Booth helped Rick "subdue those hippie intruders." (She means the acolytes of Charles Manson, whose assassination of Sharon Tate was thwarted by Booth and Dalton in the climax.) Says Booth, "I possess many talents, but I know better than getting in the way of a good story.""

"The rest of the one-minute teaser is a montage of various scenes, some of which have certain visual details (like nudity and profane middle fingers) scratched out. Fincher also brings his touch of darkness and dim lighting, leaving much of the teaser visually unintelligible due to an abundance of shadows and silhouettes. It might be frustrating to watch, but you have to agree it's a pure David Fincher joint."

"Darkness aside, the trailer hints that The Adventures of Cliff Booth will be a buddy noir, with Booth teaming up with Debicki's mysterious wonder woman in white as they venture up and down seedy Los Angeles. There's porno theaters, nightclubs, race tracks, underground fight clubs, and who knows what else in this alternative historical Hollywood-all of it set to a rollicking Peter Gunn-inspired instrumental."

David Fincher released a one-minute, intentionally heavily censored teaser for The Adventures of Cliff Booth during the Super Bowl. The teaser features an injured Cliff Booth nursing a bad knee and an exchange in which Elizabeth Debicki's character references Booth helping Rick subdue Manson acolytes. Visuals are dark and dimly lit, with nudity and profane gestures scratched out, leaving many images silhouetted. The montage suggests a buddy-noir tone as Booth and Debicki’s woman in white traverse seedy Los Angeles locations—porno theaters, nightclubs, racetracks, and underground fight clubs—set to a Peter Gunn-inspired instrumental.

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