THE MEMORY OF seeing Seven for the first time is forever burned into my brain. It was in Bath, a far cry from the dank, rain-lashed, unnamed metropolis where the film takes place, and I popped into the cheery local Odeon with a friend to check out the new flick starring the guy from The Shawshank Redemption and the bloke from Legends Of The Fall. I was expecting a nail-biting detective story. I was not expecting that. After two hours of twisted crime scenes, sinister spaghetti, dark quips, and the scariest cardboard box in history, I staggered back out onto the street. Somerset suddenly looked a lot more menacing. David Fincher had truly arrived.