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Rooney Mara as Lisbeth Salander in The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. [Photo: Columbia Pictures]
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo **½
by Ed Gonzalez on December 13, 2011 Jump to Comments (15) or Add Your Own
The difference between Niels Arden Oplev's adaptation of Stieg Larsson's The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and David Fincher's own is not, as some might have hoped, the difference between night and day, but between curdled milk and a warmed-over holiday second. While Fincher's deliberate, rather perceptible "reimaginings, compressions and reductions" of the novel's lurid, soap-operatic plot, which is rife with the familiar intrigue—and then some—of your average mass market paperback (rape, incest, serial murder, Nazis, and a shitload of clue-solving), can't elevate trash to art, they do give one the impression of attending the most handsome funeral procession ever mounted—which is, in the end, better than feeling like you're the corpse lying inside the coffin.
For the unwashed, Larsson's potboiler concerns a disgraced journalist, Mikael Blomkvist, who's hired to investigate the mysterious, age-old disappearance of a young girl from a private island inhabited by the Vanger clan, a bunch of super-white, insanely rich Swedes with more skeletons in their closets than there are tracks on Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross's soundtrack for this latest film adaptation. Playing the Watson to Mikael's Sherlock is Lisbeth Salander, a sour twentysomething computer hacker and ward of the state who orchestrates Mikael's background check and uses her new gig as a means of avenging the deaths of rape victims like herself.
Therapy might help to permanently expunge the original film from my mind. Until then I recoil at the memory of its most reprehensible scenes: a vicious subway attack by a group of thugs that leaves Lisbeth with a broken laptop and her rape by a social worker who controls her money. Unlike Arden Oplev, Fincher doesn't gleefully exploit Larsson's material, staging Lisbeth's subway attack not as a hate crime, but as a mere robbery that ends with her fiercely getting the upper hand (her laptop, though, still goes to shit). And as for the depictions of Lisbeth's rape and its retaliation, Fincher fixates less on its violence than he does on the instruments that perpetuate it, from handcuffs to a tattoo liner. (Fincher doesn't even bother flashbacking to Lisbeth's horrible burning of her father, and he films the climax so anti-climactically that it practically becomes anti-matter.) Of course, Fincher's restraint has its costs, and my fears that this Dragon Tattoo would be a feature-length version of Fincher's "Janie's Got a Gun" video were realized during at least one scene so carefully blocked it unfortunately brought to mind one of those randy TV ads where everyone's privates are amusingly sequestered from view.
Fincher is a meticulous, albeit chilly, observer of procedure, and the film derives much of its momentum from Mikael's sleuthing into the lives of the Vangers and Lisbeth's high-tech hacking, which passes the smell test more easily here than it did in Arden Oplev's version, and from the elegance with which their storylines are paralleled. These two fallen figures seem to be on a date with destiny, but they don't challenge each other's strengths and weaknesses, once they begin to work together, like true kindred spirits might. The film's elegant moroseness, like the propulsive, sometimes discordant, volume of Rezor and Ross's experimental score, seems intended to distract us from the fact that these two characters are banal stock types.
The book's original title was Men Who Hate Women, and it's enough to see Lisbeth as a feminist heroine, except her rage is so contrived (she fulfills a fantasy by carving "I am a rapist pig" onto her porcine social worker's body) that it almost precludes such a reading. One could more successfully argue that the original title is a self-diagnosis by Larrson, a self-professed feminist, as every aspect of Lisbeth's behavior, from her almost autistic withdrawal from the world to her libertine sexual appetites, seem sprung from the imagination of a misogynist, or at least someone with a rather rudimentary, Psych-101 understanding of victimhood.
Only a complete reimagining of Larrson's text might have given any of its film adaptations real value. There's ink on Lisbeth's body, and the missing, perhaps dead Harriet used to draw plants, but the empathy that draws these living dead girls toward one another is more richly articulated in the film's poster art. And Daniel Cragi's Mikael is just a limp noodle, a lobotomized 007 whose adultery could have been intriguingly linked to the Vanger clan's legacy of violence—though to be fair, a scene featuring a wasted Embeth Davidtz as Mikael's wife is so abrupt it's tempting to imagine the better version of the film that lies somewhere on a cutting room floor.
Rooney Mara seems to take Lisbeth more seriously than Fincher, who has a good laugh at the character's expense in one scene by shooting the possible David Lynch fan in a shirt that reads "Fuck You You Fucking Fuck." This role necessitates that Mara do much strutting, and she fiercely complies, but she also hints at a vulnerability in Lisbeth that Noomi Rapace never got to convey in the first Dragon Tattoo. If Lisbeth's goth armature feels less like a stunt this time around, it's because Mara understands it as such, a calculated bit of theater Lisbeth is only committed to in the abstract; it's a purposeful exaggeration meant to deliberately alienate the world. Of course, that Lisbeth, in the end, is at her most vulnerable when pining for Mikael may flesh her out as a character, but it also confirms that Dragon Tattoo, in all its incarnations, is really nothing more than the story of girls running to and from their daddies, and no matter how you dress it up, it's inherently retrograde.
- Director(s): David Fincher
- Screenplay: Steven Zaillian
- Cast: Daniel Craig, Rooney Mara, Robin Wright, Stellan Skarsgård, Christopher Plummer, Embeth Davidtz, Joely Richardson, Goran Visnjic, Joel Kinnaman, Elodie Yung, Julian Sands, Geraldine James, Steven Berkoff, Yorick van Wageningen, Alan Dale, Donald Sumpter, David Dencik
- Distributor: Columbia Pictures
- Runtime: 158 min.
- Rating: R
- Year: 2011
Comments
- Sallier on December 13, 2011, 01:42 PM
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If you didn't like the book why did you even go to the flick let alone do the review?
- DL on December 13, 2011, 03:06 PM
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"...Dragon Tattoo, in all its incarnations, is really nothing more than the story of girls running to and from their daddies..."
I can't say that I, or anyone I know, has ever interpreted Dragon Tattoo in such a fashion. And to call Lisbeth a "banal stock [character]" when she's a character that has taken the world by storm is frankly mind-boggling.
I'm excited to hear that despite the general slant (no pun intended) of the review, you were pleased with Rooney Mara's performance. However, I cannot help but think that your opinion of the source material has prevented you from providing us with a review that has much, if any objectivity whatsoever.
I understand that film reviews are inherently subjective, but you should be judging the film on its merits, not in accordance with your bias against the novel. If Zaillian's script improved on something you did not care for, as you seem to indicate, why not focus on that rather than the flaws inherent in Larssen's novel?
- Jaime N. Christley on December 14, 2011, 01:22 PM
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DL, I don't see anywhere in the review where Ed "indicates" that Zaillian improved the story.
I liked the film a lot more than Ed, but the script is pretty weak sauce. "Those are bible codes!" etc. To me, Fincher made the best possible film out of the material, which itself is both sensational AND dull at the same time. But dialogue is a thing, stupid character choices are to be reckoned with, as are stock characters.
As to "taken the world by storm," you really want to go there?
- bandwagon on December 15, 2011, 03:07 PM
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The original film, watchable as it was, somehow, made me dislike the book. (Did they really have to be Nazis to be psychos?) Lazy and tedious but morbid enough to be faintly interesting, (thanks to the Lisbeth character). I think Mr. Christley above is right when he points out that the material itself is, simultaneously, 'sensational and dull'—not to mention fascinating and crude.
- ingestedarsenic on December 16, 2011, 11:47 AM
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DL, outside of accurately conveying narrative & character details, exactly what form of objectivity do you hope to glean from a film review?
Also, how does mass popularity automatically negate charges of banality?
- mythdixit on December 17, 2011, 04:27 PM
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That's right, if mass popularity could negate charges of banality, then The Twilight saga would come off as the best artistic work of the 21st century. Anyway, no matter how much I enjoy reading Ed's reviews, I genuinely believe Fincher's take on Tattoo would be a much improved one than Oplev's. I did not like the Swedish version much and have my hopes high on Fincher's (the film, in my country, hasn't released yet). Thanks, Ed, for a wonderful review anyway.
- paschal on December 18, 2011, 02:18 PM
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Though I was very late to the Larsson circus, and very dismissive until I got there, I bought into the caffeinated Millennium glop, even though I intentionally read the series in reverse. To each her own: I can live with the disciples and the dismissives. My only quibble with the review (I'll be in line Wednesday for the opening here in the boonies) is the Blomkvist as Sherlock / Salander as Watson (your Downeys are showing) comparison. In my caffeinated Swedophile mind, Blomkvist is Watson to Lisbeth's Holmes.
- abeetung on December 18, 2011, 02:32 PM
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"(Fincher doesn't even bother flashbacking to Lisbeth's horrible burning of her father, and he films the climax so anti-climactically that it practically becomes anti-matter.)" To show your arrogant ignorance, you have referenced a scene from the second book in the trilogy, "The Girl Who Played With Fire." Get it, dip shit?
"One could more successfully argue that the original title is a self-diagnosis by Larrson, a self-professed feminist, as every aspect of Lisbeth's behavior, from her almost autistic withdrawal from the world to her libertine sexual appetites, seem sprung from the imagination of a misogynist, or at least someone with a rather rudimentary, Psych-101 understanding of victimhood." Had you any real understanding of the character Larrson created in Salander, you would have realized that she was certainly not autistic at all. And, especially not toward from the whole world, only psychiatrists and police officers. It's all in the book, which I wonder if you really read. Harriet didn't "used to draw plants", she did so each and every year, that's how the book opened.
I love it when self-important critics like you slam a film only to see said film become a huge blockbuster at the box office. Perhaps it is you who is out of step with the real world. I think the t-shirt is meant for you!
- jaknight2 on December 20, 2011, 08:03 PM
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@Sallier - Ed actually gives viable reasons for disliking the book. If he had just said he disliked the book and gave no real reason, that would be one thing. But he clearly states that the book is, in his view, misogyny masked as feminism, and then relates that to his view of the film. That is the type of valuable criticism this website engages in; you don't have to agree with it, but it makes for much more thoughtful and interesting reading than sites like Entertainment Weekly, who skim the surface of a film and package their review for a dumbed-down public. Not trying to come off as "elitist" here, that is just how I see it.
@abeetung - I am not sure about the first book, but in the first film I almost certainly remember a flashback scene that shows Lisbeth, as a child, burning her father in a car. Maybe that is what Ed was referring to in his review? And "dip shit," really? What are you, 12?
- plycrckthsky on December 22, 2011, 08:56 PM
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Not to get postmodern, but by calling the reviewer "self-important,' abeetung, you yourself sound arrogant. I'm not sure if you've ever taken a college journalism course—I have—but Ed follows most of the general "rules" for journalism. The "subjectivity" you bitch about is called evaluation, and Mr. Mainstream himself, Roger Ebert, does it in every review. They gave him a Pulitzer for it. And Rd referring to Fincher not showing a flashback to burning her father is pointing out the flaw in the film's narrative; she very briefly mentions burning 80% of her father, hence her being sent away. This is the only mention of it, and a flashback would have helped those who haven't read the book.
And those who keep complaining that a reviewer shouldn't base his/her opinion on the previous movie or the book: that's impossible. It's called New Criticism and it's not possible because we judge everything based on context and previous knowledge. The inherent flaw in art is how everyone reads it differently, though some can misread art (i.e. claiming the movie to be pro-Nazi would be a misreading, I'd say). The story of the novel is shit and the writing in the movie wasn't Zaillon's best (nor his worst, ass Hannibal will attest), but Fincher created an austere atmosphere and the performances were apt. Craig's subtly and quietness was a perfect contrast to Lizbeth. If both were very eccentric, Lizbeth would have lost that obscure quality.
And telling a critic they're out of touch with "the real world" is just stupid. Like, really, really stupid, as well as a logical fallacy. I don't know what world you proclaim them to inhabit, but not liking a movie that makes a lot of money doesn't make someone out of touch with reality. Loads of people hate Titanic, and it was the highest grossing movie ever.
In conclusion, you're an idiot.
- bandwagon on December 26, 2011, 01:58 AM
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As far as I remember, the original film does have a flashback of a young Salander throwing a burning (something) in her father's car.
- shuart24 on December 27, 2011, 03:57 AM
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I would like to comment about your accusations of misogyny. People often don't write books to entertain others or to make money. For some, writing is a coping mechanism.
As a teenager, the author was a witness to a gang rape and failed to intervene. When he asked the victim for forgiveness she refused. The victim's name was Lisbeth. The character of Lisbeth shares many attitudes and behaviors in common with the author. It's not so much that the book reflects how actual victims feel and respond. Even the author never claimed that. The book reflects how Larsson felt. The character of Lisbeth is an embodiment of his desire for revenge and his self hatred.
- larome on January 2, 2012, 02:42 AM
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@bandwagon - The original film does have a flashback of Lisbeth torching her father's car but the book doesn't, it's only mentioned in the second book and was one of many things altered in the original film that spoiled the essence of the book for me and am looking forward to seeing what Fincher does with it.
- bandwagon on January 8, 2012, 03:36 PM
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@larome- I don't if it destroyed the essence of the book but I remember thinking it as unnecessary. (Un?)fortunately I am not a fan of either film so I don't care.
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