HGervais wrote:I'm like you Andrew, I don't really get the fascination with the series that the general public seems to have. Nick was right when he called the first film Rape: The Movie
Spoilers follow: It's not merely the graphic content, which doesn't bother me if it is appropriate in context. It's the fact that an exploitative, deeply sexist movie (and novel) has acquired a reputation as a feminist milestone (elsewhere in the world, it is known as Men Who Hate Women). Its protagonist is a righteous defender of forgotten victims, but it doesn't address the kind of violence that touches most women. It pretends to address systematic abuse but, well, that would be boring, so instead it presents us with a family of Nazi/rapist/torturer/serial killers. Here's a movie that wallows in the suffering and humiliation of women. It rubs our faces in the deepest kind of depravity, pats itself on the back for being brave enough to show it, then gives us a gratuitous sex-scene where the hot goth chick beds the pudgy, middle-aged journalist out of f***ing nowhere because... uh... Oh, and she's bi because that allows for really hot girl-on-girl, er, depth of character somethingsomething. I might discount this as poor translation of the source material, leaving out critical details that fill in the characters and deepen the relationships, if I didn't know that, in the books, Larsson--I mean Blomkvist--bangs practically every lady in sight and Salander gets breast implants as "the best gift she'd ever given herself." Yeah.
And on top of all this, the first two flicks feature some of the sloppiest, most trite plotting I've ever seen. Numerical codes in a bible? Check. Serial-killer exposition monologue? Check. Hulking mini-boss who feels no pain? Check. Villain who turns out to be the protagonist's father? Check. Salander, a hacker phenom who has no qualms about breaking the law, needs to give sexual favors to her guardian for enough money to live on, AND she then sets him up using a video camera and a taser. Interestingly, tasers evidently knock people out reliably for a few harmless minutes--except people with nerve conditions that block pain reception. Most egregiously, the architect of the investigation, who is searching for his lost niece, continues to receive the framed flowers she would give him for his birthday, and he assumes it's the killer taunting him, never once allowing that it could be his niece on the run? And we're meant to be surprised when it turns out that she is sending them?
Seriously, F this noise hard.