The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo is the ultimate poseur movie, working hard to get a sleek, cool look but having no understanding of what that look means. There’s no soul here, no edge to all the edginess. Women are raped and men are rapists and isn’t Rooney Mara sexy and aren’t the landscapes chilly reminders of some tedious nonsense about a boring Swedish industrial family we never even get to know. The novel, and now the American film, are temporary tattoos, a way of feeling underground without ever committing to anything real.
— This review (minus the troll-ish headline) perfectly summarizes my thoughts on the nothingness that is The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.
