Almost exactly halfway through the exquisitely nightmarish, enigmatically labyrinthian descent into the nihilistic urban hellscape that makes up David Fincher’s masterful thriller, SE7EN, the film’s two protagonists sit at a table inside a corner pizza joint.
The mild-mannered Detective Somerset (Morgan Freeman), an erudite police veteran who’s on the verge of retirement, and his younger, gung-ho partner, Detective Mills (Brad Pitt), pool together whatever cash they have in their pockets to acquire some backdoor information from the FBI, information that may lead to an elusive and highly methodical serial killer who carefully scrutinizes his victims by way of the seven deadly sins.
The pizza place, mostly lit by whatever available light is able to penetrate the perpetual sheets of rain outside, could arguably be in any large metropolis.