**Mank (2020)**_Directed by David Fincher_This isn t my favorite David Fincher by a mile. To be fair, it s visually awesome; the recreated 1930s Hollywood is well done, shot in meticulous black-and-white that feels like it could have been made in the era it depicts. Fincher s technical mastery is on full display, and Gary Oldman is, as usual, amazing. He is probably the best character actor alive, and he brings Mank to life as a brilliant, acerbic, self-destructive wit navigating studio politics and personal demons with equal cynicism.The screenplay is great in the sense that Mank is bright and witty, and that was probably true of Herman J. Mankiewicz. The dialogue crackles, the one-liners land, and Oldman delivers them with perfect timing. But here s where the film falls flat: it seems to be a Hollywood movie that plays to Hollywood folk. Not in that business, I don t have any empathy with the story or any of its actors. This is insider baseball, a film about screenwriters and studio executives and the politics of who gets credit, and if you re not deeply invested in that world, it s hard to care.There is a long-running controversy about who really wrote Citizen Kane: Mankiewicz or Orson Welles. Mank takes a clear side, positioning Mankiewicz as the true author and Welles as the credit-stealing auteur. My guess is that both Mank and Welles were brilliant individuals, and the truth is probably somewhere in between. So outside that, and the fact that Citizen Kane was an incredible film for its time, who really cares I don t. The film wants me to be outraged on Mank s behalf, to see this as a great injustice, but I can t muster the emotional investment.What you re left with is a beautifully crafted film about a subject that matters intensely to a very small group of people. If you re a film historian, a Citizen Kane devotee, or someone who cares deeply about screenwriter attribution, Mank will probably resonate. For everyone else, it s a technical showcase featuring a great performance in service of a story that never quite justifies its own existence.Fincher made a love letter to old Hollywood and to his late father, who wrote the screenplay. I respect that. I just didn t enjoy watching it.