I know nothing about the other series of films or the books
or anything having to do with the whole “Girl” franchise, so I can’t compare
how well David Fincher’s film does this or that. I can only react to it as is, and my reaction
is that it is a very striking looking and effectively bleak
disappointment. From its uber-cool
opening credit sequence and overall feeling of doom, the table is set for a raw
and relentless thriller. But what we end
up with is an excruciatingly protracted mystery that is solved not through
activity but through talking, talking, driving places, thinking out loud, and
more talking. Like Twilight and Ron Howard’s reprehensible Da Vinci Code movies, no one’s patience or backside is to be spared
from every single incident out of a bestselling kitsch book being dutifully
recreated on screen, whether it’s appropriate cinematically or not. As a moviegoer, I don’t go into a film
laboring to guess what’s going to happen – (there are far more important things
that being surprised by a climactic revelation) – but I have to admit that as
the story began I asked a very simple question and this indeed turned out to be
the big solution, only some two-and-a-half hours later. All I can say is that when a seemingly minor
character is played by a far too important actor, it probably means they’re
going to end up being commensurately important to the plot later on. I’m also extremely bored with the whole
concept of a wonder-woman super-agent who can beat anyone in hand-to-hand
combat, is a computer genius, and is sexually omnivorous as per the fantasies
of male screenwriters; you know, the kind of character that seems to be the
bread-and-butter of actresses like Angelina Jolie and Zoe Saldana.
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