Why release a Hollywood version of Stieg Larsson's 30million selling novel just two years on from the choice Swedish adap of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo starring Noomi Rapace as the instantly iconic title character Lisbeth Salander?
Apart, that is, from the obvious 30m people have read the novel, a lot of them can't be bothered to also read the film. Because it's directed by David Fincher. Meaning it's a Hollywood retake in geography only (and even then, Fincher's opted to keep the story in Sweden rather than transpose it), and meaning we're guaranteed the kind of uncompromising, adult themed entertainment Hollywood excelled at in the late 60s and 70s.
So welcome to the feelbad film of the year, a blockbusting thriller about sex, sexual violence and institutionalised abuse, based on a book originally entitled Men Who Hate Women, centred on an angry, subjugated, socially maladroit heroine, and shot entirely in wintry greys, hypothermic blues and jaundiced yellows. With a cold, onerous score by Trent Reznor.
The plot, for the uninitiated, sees disgraced, disgruntled journalist Mikael Blomkvist (Daniel Craig) hired by retired industrialist Henrik Vanger (Christopher Plummer) to investigate the 40 year old disappearance of his niece, Harriet (Moa Garpendal).
The killer, for she is presumed murdered.
Eighty minutes in, Blomkvist is joined in his investigation by Lisbeth (Rooney Mara), a hacked off hacker who hides her vulnerability beneath a carapace of piercings, tats, black leather, serrated fringes and open hostility. Together, this oddest of couples unearth a ghastly secret.
It is to Mara's immense credit that she emerges from Rapace's ink black shadow to imprint her own design on Lisbeth, her face capturing each contradictory emotion roiling inside. This role, this performance, will change her life she is literally unrecognisable from The Social Network's preppy East Coast scholar Erica Albright or as Nancy in the ill-judged remake of A Nightmare On Elm Street.
Craig does the job well, bringing weight and much needed touches of humour, though lacks the everyman quality of Michael Nyqvist's Blomkvist.
And as usual Fincher's direction is immaculate. His Girl might lack the propulsion of Se7en or the slow-burn desiccation of souls quality of Zodiac, but it is a controlled, mesmerising, beautiful thriller scarred by scenes of unshakeable brutality and breathless tension.
If you thought the US version will untangle the plot and tame the violence? Then Lisbeth's T shirt says it all. Changed ending aside, Fincher's take is as faithful as it is fearless. And Mara rocks.
See if you liked.....
The Girl With The Deagon Tattoo ( Swedish)
The Girl Who Played With Fire (Swedish)
The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets Nest (Swedish)