I liked The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo well enough. I mean the movie, not the book; I haven't read any of the books. I gotta admit that I don't entirely get Noomi Rapace as an It Girl that must be snatched up and thrust at American audiences though - she was good enough, I suppose? She's no Carice Van Houten that's for sure (where have you gone Carice?!?) Anyway it never really lit my ass on fire, but unlike say Twilight I do feel this strange need to at least nominally keep up with the Lisbeth Salander cultural steamroller so I went ahead and watched The Girl Who Played With Fire, and oh my god it bored me to death. Except for Paolo Roberto, real-life boxer playing himself in the movie, who's sort of what Tom Hardy might look like if Tom Hardy got punched in the face a bunch. Or a bunch more, I guess. In a sexy way, I mean.
He didn't bore me anyway. But beyond swollen-faced boxers in their briefs this post has another point - should I bother seeing The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest after this, or should I just wait for David Fincher to take these on? The completeist in me figures I should but goddamn this movie bored me. Anyway I ask you!