โThe Social Reckoningโ
When Aaron Sorkin wrote the screenplay to โThe Social Networkโ in 2010, the idea of a glossy biopic about a time-wasting website felt somewhat ridiculous. Nearly two decades into our social media-dominated hellscape, no one is laughing.
For โThe Social Reckoning,โ Sorkin steps into the directorโs chair to tell the story of the so-called โFacebook Papers,โ which lifted the veil on the siteโs troubling algorithm. Newly minted Oscar-winner Mikey Madison (โAnoraโ) plays whistleblower Frances Haugen, a member of Facebookโs civic integrity team who finds herself troubled when a onetime Bernie-boosting acquaintance goes full alt-right in a matter of months. Realizing her own companyโs feed played a hand in her friendโs radicalization, Frances turns to Jeff Horwitz (Jeremy Allen White), a tech-averse political reporter working the social media beat. As Frances fills Jeff in on Facebookโs dirty secrets, we jump back and forth from their 2019 meetings to a 2021 crisis meeting, where Mark Zuckerberg (Jeremy Strong, replacing โSocial Networkโ star Jesse Eisenberg) and his handlers attempt to soften his edges ahead of his pending congressional hearings.
While itโs tempting to call โThe Social Reckoningโ a sequel to โThe Social Network,โ itโs more of a companion piece (a Meta-sequel, if you will). Zuckerberg is here reduced to a supporting role, the focus shifting to his Frankenstein-like creation and those attempting to rein it in. At its best, โReckoningโ adopts the rhythms of a classic journalism picture, following its leads further and further down the digital rabbit hole. Madison and White are skilled vessels for Sorkinโs signature banter, and itโs tough not to be drawn into their quest โ particularly as the connections between Facebookโs algorithm and real-life political violence come into focus.
Unfortunately, โReckoningโ fails to measure up to its predecessor. Strong is miscast, his trademark intensity at odds with both Eisenbergโs squirrelly energy and Zuckโs fundamental weenie-ness (a better substitute would have been Michael Cera). Sorkin is a far less engaging director than David Fincher, preferring standard shot-reverse-shot closeups over the โNetworkโ directorโs MTV edginess. With no outside director to temper his voice, Sorkinโs worst impulses are left unchecked; a โmetrosexualโ joke would have been eye-rollingly dated even in 2019, and when Horwitz quips that โmansplainingโ is a term women use โwhen they know theyโre losing an argumentโ thereโs an unsettling sense that Sorkin agrees. Then thereโs the triumphant ending, which canโt help but feel a little hollow as soon as you leave the theater and glance at your phone. As brave as Haugen and Horwitz were, the reckoning is far from over.
At Kendall Square Cinema, Apple Cinemas Cambridge, and AMC Assembly Row


