The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2012)

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Daniel Craig and Rooney Mara

The more popular it is to worry over some organized threat, the less of a danger it likely is in reality. After all, if some group or institution was truly fearsome, most people would either be terrified into silence or admiration.

For example, Dan Brown made a fortune off his The Da Vinci Code pulp novel during this low ebb of the Catholic Church’s powers with a tale of how a nearly omnipotent Church conspires to cover up pagan feminism’s golden age.

However, actual pagans traditionally complained that Christianity was too female-friendly. But Brown is practically Edward Gibbon compared to his successor as a global publishing sensation, the late Stieg Larsson, author of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (or as it was originally titled in Sweden, Men Who Hate Women ). Himself a hate-filled lefty nerd, Larsson concocted an elaborate fantasy world for true believers in the conventional wisdom.

Although Larsson was a long-time supporter of the Communist Workers League, his politics seldom got in the way of his lust for Apple products . The Aspergery author penned such undying literary effusions as:

Unsurprisingly she set her sights on the best available alternative: the new Apple PowerBook G4/1.0 GHz in an aluminum case with a PowerPC 7451 processor with an AltiVec Velocity Engine, 960 MB RAM and a 60 GB hard drive.

You may have somehow garnered the impression that Sweden is a politically correct social democracy where the main problems women face ( qua women) are oppression and rape at the hands of Muslim immigrants whose traditional misogyny is sometimes excused in the name of multicultural sensitivity. Otherwise, Scandinavia would appear to be a feminist utopia . As WikiLeaks’ founder Julian Assange, currently appealing against extradition to Sweden on “ sex-by-surprise ” charges filed by two women scorned, has complained, “Sweden is the Saudi Arabia of feminism.”

Nordic feminism has a thousand-year history since Leif Ericson’s half-sister Freydís Eiríksdóttir terrified the poor Skraelings in Vinland. And modern Sweden’s mild-mannered men are famous among the more aggressive sort of male tourists for their relative lack of apparent jealousy when their womenfolk amuse themselves by flirting with strangers.

But readers of Larsson’s Millennium trilogy, which has sold nearly 30 million books, know better. Larsson fearlessly exposed the true plagues menacing contemporary Sweden: rich Nazis, Christian male chauvinists, rapist legal officials, and two generations of billionaire serial killers—the first preying on Jewish women, the second on immigrant women.

Fortunately, two human beings dare stand up to this fascist tsunami engulfing Sweden. One is a middle-aged leftist journalist (in other words, Larsson’s sockpuppet). Although persecuted (and possessing no discernible personality), he’s still dynamite with the ladies.

The second is his young research assistant, Lisbeth Salander, who comes equipped with every add-on that turned on geeky former sci-fi fanzine editors such as Larsson in female fantasy figures back in the 1990s.

Think Trinity in The Matrix , but with even more attitude. Lisbeth has genius computer-hacking skills, a black wardrobe and a black motorcycle, hand-to-hand combat techniques that let her deal out cruel vengeance upon men twice her 100 pounds, piercings, a mohawk, and lesbianism (until she’s exposed to the journalist hero’s recessive charm).

But this isn’t the 1990s anymore, so the appeal of such dusty clichés has drifted up the age range.

Very few Americans go to subtitled foreign films anymore; thus, the Swedish adaptations of Larsson’s books were the three top foreign-language box-office films of 2010. I was at the local art-house cinema in 2010 when the third thriller debuted, and it looked like Twilight for the elderly. The lobby was jammed with shuffling octogenarians. The restroom lines were moving so slowly that I fear many Larsson fans may have missed their favorite sexual-torture and sadistic-revenge scenes.

Now, though, they can catch up because Hollywood has handed ace director David Fincher ( The Social Network , Fight Club ) somewhere between $90 and $125 million to remake The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo .

It still ends up looking much like the $13-million Swedish original: clammy and dank. Daniel Craig, the current James Bond, plays the Swedish reporter as if he researched his role by listening to a Prairie Home Companion debate over whether Swedes were even duller than Norwegians. (For some reason, he’s the only actor in the movie without a Swedish accent.) Starlet Rooney Mara, an offspring of the Rooney family who owns the Pittsburgh Steelers NFL team and the Mara dynasty that founded the New York Giants, portrays the nerd-bait.

Despite Fincher’s expertise, his Girl with the Dragon Tattoo winds up being The Da Vinci Code of the 2010s, only with more anal rape.
el greco

Prole broads have an shitty sense of taste that's completely disposable. Which is why they go through fads one after another while you'll meet dudes who listen to the same music and dress the same why since they where in Jr. High.

Catching feelings on whatever they find fashionable for the time being is pretty fucking corny.

Team Zissou

My post at Sailer's:

Those dudes are affectionately known as 'dads', and they won't mind when you gift them REO Speedwagon 'best of' CDs two birthdays in a row. One of the advantages of never changing styles -- you're easy to buy for.
I read the first book of the trilogy. It's badly written, but what really stands out is the characters, especially the above mentioned girl: a laughable collection of cliches.
Beefy Rep

Every once in a while something filters to me from the popular culture.

"Still getting more and more batshit crazy practically by the minute?"



Talked to some women over the past few days who saw this movie. I've come to the realization that women are obsessed with rape and the scenario depicted in the movie is more than impossible.

This is what makes women call it a "good movie". It's about a woman who can't exist. She has geek powers without going through the rigors of being a geek. She can kick anyone's ass but is a fragile bone rack.

For some reason, the rapist somehow manages to be a forceful rapist, but a coward who wouldn't kill someone to save his reputation. He rapes, and then cowers in fear. I can't imagine such a person existing in reality. It belongs in the realm of fantasy, along with fantasies of rape revenge.
Team Zissou
Not to mention fantasies of rape. Ever notice how all these rapes involve clean-cut, wealthy, white guy Nazis? No woman ever fantasizes about getting raped by Stiegg Larsson, or by Mike Tyson or some trailer trash. Pretty hilarious when you think about it.
Most men like movies about impossible men also, the action heroes, super cowboys, spies, police, gangsters/mafia, and soldiers from across history. Even the non-action heroes are unrealistic, noble journalists, politicians, lawyers, entrepreneurs, and men of finance not only far removed from the lives of real men, but far removed from real journalists, politicians, lawyers, etc.

At least this heroine isn't fat and proud. They've been thoroughly masculinized in personality and ability, but always in an objectively attractive female face and body. When they start pushing fat girls as sexy and successful chief protagonists, it's the final stage and Ragnorok will soon follow.
Bob Dylan Roof
How are heroes, villains, and historical soldiers "impossible?" I'll grant that these character types usually fail to live up to reality because representation occurs through an idealized and truncated medium, but they're not physically or logically impossible characters like the objects of feminist and nerd fantasy.