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[ghostrider]

I haven't read any of the books and don't intend to. What will this movie do for the state of my psyche?

If you haven't read any of the books or seen the Swedish movies, I'd not attempt to watch this one quite yet. The Swedish movies were quite disturbing to me, and it took a bit of time to shake off that darkness (but violence in movies always disturbs me--I'm a bit of a wimp that way). If the US versions are similarly dark and disturbing, I'd not watch them unless I were in a very stable state.

Well, I spent a couple months this year watching reruns of Criminal Minds every night, which can be a pretty disturbing show. Now I'm not quite sure why I did that, but anyway.... I feel like I've had my quota of dark stuff for a while & have little interest in Dragon Tattoo right now. Why am I even posting on this thread? I'm intrigued by anything that Christopher Plummer is in & that may yet move me to see the movie at some point.

Meanwhile I like this bit from a September piece on the film's trailer in The Guardian:

Speaking of which, where on earth is Fincher's Dragon Tattoo supposed to be set? Some alternate reality universe where the Angles, Saxons and Jutes (re)invaded Sweden rather than migrating to the British Isles? Accents in the remake suggest a population of Brits and Swedes, though the film was shot mostly in Sweden, where the novel – which spawned one of the world's best-selling crime series – is firmly set. Are the Brits supposed to be Swedish too? Perhaps Blomkvist's accent is the result of Craig's version having grown up in Blighty? Will the film-makers bother to explain such anomalies at all, or are we firmly ensconced in Highlander territory?

The whole thing smacks of compromise. Take Girl with the Dragon Tattoo entirely out of Sweden and it loses much of its idiosyncratic charm and personality, yet a remake with an-all Scandinavian cast would hardly have had the studio bean counters frothing at the mouth. Fincher seems to have decided to take the best of both worlds, which is just downright weird.

[FoodDabbler]

I'd heard the books are absolutely dreadful. True?

The girl with the Pïnk Pïg tattoo

Pïnk Pïg finished his exposé of Sam Sifton, and pushed back his 
Air-on chair 5700. In a second he would hit "Send" on his Pineapple 
PowerBook 27OB, with 2 GB of RAM and a 500 GB hard drive, and
his article would fly across the Internet to Erica Bümkvist's desktop
computer with its 750 GB hard drive. Bümkvist and her assistant
Bömkvist, with whom she slept on Wednesdays, would put the article 
out in a special edition. It would hit the news stands tomorrow, and 
Sifton would be töast or, at least, that's all any restaurant would
serve him.

Sam fucking Sifton!

Pïnk Pïg finished the last of the coffee from freshly ground
beans from his new Rancidio SX7 bürr grinder. He looked at his
Rollex. There was enough time to have sex with Ulricha before
he went over to Pissbeth's apartment to have sex with her.
Ulricha and he had been having sex for forty years and the
the way they were going they'd be doing it for another forty. 
They kept it simple. They met only on Tuesdays, they took
turns being on top, they had coffee before and after, and 
they did it only with her husband watching. He had a sensitive 
artist's soul and he liked to suffer.

Perhaps if Pïnk Pïg was quick he'd have time between Ulricha 
and Pissbeth for coffee at the new coffee bar at the corner 
of Strömgäärden and Strömvgäärden, and to have sex with 
with the bärista. He wouldn't have had sex at that point, and 
more importantly coffee, in minutes.

As he strōlled over to meet Ulricha, Pïnk Pïg paused to buy
some Viagrä from a courteous, deformed Russian at the street 
corner.

------

Pissbeth was waiting in her 17-room apartment for Pïnk Pïg.

Pïnk fucking Pïg!

She had tattoos all over her body of things important to her: 
dragons, dragoons, a vintage CrackBook II with mere 384K of 
RAM and a 9" floppy drive, an early lover with a 9" floppy 
penis, and, from a moment of veganism, a stalk of celery. By 
the time she'd met Pïnk Pïg she'd run out of skin surface. 
She'd had her left breast augmented to make room. She could 
have had both done -- they were running a two-for-one 
special -- but she was too edgy for that.

While she waited, she broke into CitiTank and transferred
two billion dollars to her account. She wanted to get a new
coffee machine, the DripMaster ExChem 4900. She typed
"How do I break into CitiTank?" and encrypted it with her
pubic key. She SFTPed the encrypted code to a server in 
Thailand with RAID storage with striping, kept safe from
attacks by Raid cockroach spray, then submitted it through 
them to Google. Within seconds she had her answer

She could have asked her friend Plaque. It would have 
been quicker. He was a childhood friend who once hadn't 
brushed his teeth for two years. The nickname "Plaque" 
had stuck. He was a legend in the hacker community. It was
said he could bring down the securest of servers with a single
püff of bad breath. But he'd just had his left testicle shot
off with a Mouser 22 by a giant who felt no pain. 

Later Pissbeth will learn that the giant is her brother and the
deformed Russian her father.

Fück fücking Fück!

[g.johnson]

[Rail Paul]

Most excellent!

Any inquiries about movie rights?

[Stone]

Kudos.

[Wilfrid]

Well, that saves me reading it.

[Daisy]

Bravo!

[nuxvomica]

[squibble]

My OH read the books and thought your parody was quite funny. He will share it with our friend in Helsinki who has read the books. I must read these as we now have them, before seeing the films.

[bloviatrix]

Very impressive FoodDabbler.

[Abbylovi]

I really liked the movie too and was glad to see it on the big screen. I was however astonished to see that some yahoo brought their toddler to see the film.

[Daisy]

I liked it, although it's not a great movie and a bit too long. But most entertaining. Everyone in it was very good I thought, a really fine piece of ensemble acting, and Rooney Mara was excellent. Liked the photography and the soundtrack--thought Reznor and company got robbed of the Oscar.

As in many Hollywood films, yes, the accents were all over the place. I have never read the books and had no trouble following it. A the end I found myself anticipating the sequel. Which has never happened before.

[g.johnson]

The movie was a lot clearer than the book where one got one's Henriks and Birgers and Gotfrieds confused. It's easier when they have faces.