For the record, I am super popular. Well, at parties. Night parties. That take place outside.
Saw The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo the other night. Good flick. It starts off as a pretty brutal murder mystery film starring a people’s hero journalist who’s just been set up by a corporate bigwig he’s trying to expose as a gun-runner, and a young goth hacker struggling with her leery-eyed new parole officer. It’s the latter situation where we’re treated some of the most visceral personal brutality I’ve seen in a while, and when it’s resolved it will leave you with a mixture of horror and satisfaction that will make you feel like a monster.
The only real problem with the film is that it goes on for another hour or so after that. With goth hacker’s personal issues fully resolved, and the status quo established at the beginning of the movie reasserted, the rest for the movie kind of sinks into the cliché mystery film tropes you’d expect from the likes of Angela Lansbury. It all wraps up rather Hollywood-like at the end as well, which I wasn’t expecting from a Swedish film.
It’s probably unfair to expect foreign films to be free of the lowest-common-denominatoring we’ve come to expect from the projects that American movie producers throw hundreds of millions of dollars at, (I’m looking at you, Knight and Day) but it’s kind of the reason I don’t give movies like this an automatic pass when I see the word “dragon” in their title. Seriously, name a single good Hollywood film with a title of something-something-dragon-something. Bruce Lee films don’t count, though. He was The Dragon, so those just have really clever staff rolls that fit in the titles.
Oh yeah. We were gone for a few weeks. But we’re back now. Sort of? Probably. I guess. Yeah.
Ja.