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Go! The brilliance of the book is carried into a powerful, character based
mystery series in three parts.
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(aka, Man som hatar kvinnor, [Men Who Hate Women], and "Millennium - the Film") On his 82nd birthday, a man's chiseled face shows agony as he removes the wrapping of a package whose contents brings him pain. He knows exactly what it is... a framed, pressed flower the like of which he has received on this day for the last 30 years. He has assumed all along that they're being sent by the killer of his beloved niece Harriet--a family member who knew about Harriet's tradition of annual flowers for her uncle and guardian when she was a child. As a patriarch of the Vanger family, Henrik Vanger is wealthy and has, from the day Harriet disappeared from the Vanger family island, agonized over his tragic loss.
Blomkvist, never imagining he'd be found guilty on the flimsy evidence against him, decides to make a Martha Stewart move and accepts the three-month jail term in order to move on--making the calculation, presumably, that the scandal factor over the verdict will subside soon afterward. Accordingly, for the good of his magazine Millennium, he steps down from his editorial position on the specialty magazine for which he writes and co-publishes with his married lover, Erika Berger. She's alarmed by his decision at a time when the magazine is feeling the financial effects of Wennerstom's enmity. In the offices of Milton Security, a company that offers counter-measures to threats and probing investigative reports, an older man receives a breakdown of the life of Mikael Blomkvist. When the man scans the report, he's blown away by its astounding depth of personal and business detail. He asks who could know such things about anyone. "Lisbeth Salander, our best researcher," he's told. Before Blomkvist must report for confinement, he's contacted by this man, who turns out to be in the hire of Martin Vanger, who wishes to meet with him at the Vanger estate.
Agreeing, Blomkvist asks about the person who uncovered so much detail about him that even he's forgotten. Lisbeth Salander, at this moment, is just a name to him. The third plotline of the movie (and the book on which it's based) brings us to one of the most fascinating creatures in mystery literature, the "Girl" of the title. There is much to set her apart, and the dragon tattoo on her back is the least of it. There is, for example, what she can do with the primary tool of her craft: the computer. Salander is at the level of hacking that means no one is exempt from her investigative ingenuity. It's how a person of such a vulnerable status with the governing apparatus in Sweden, to which she's been a severely abused victim, can function at such a high level. It's how she can tap past firewalls and into just about anyone's computer. Mikael Blomkvist's, for example. When you can have total control over someone's hard drive, the concepts of secret and confidential lose all meaning. She, too, is impressed by something about the convicted libelist Blomkvist. Only what she discovers about him makes it clear to her that he's innocent of the charges against him. Because the headlines keep her interest in his case alive, and because her sense of justice burns with an incandescent intensity, she puts a little research time into Wennerstrom, the trial winner. She leaves the proof of what this guy is really all about on Blomkvist's hard drive. The material is damaging enough to guarantee the ex-convict journalist complete exoneration and vindication, and lets him know he's got an extraordinary friend in his corner. She has just salvaged his reputation and that of his magazine. He owes her more than he can repay. Carrying her laptop, one night, dressed in black leathers, she races home by train. Walking briskly through a station corridor, she's blocked by five hoodlums who think they've got a plaything for the evening. This delusion ends with two of the most aggressive goons in pain on the ground, the others fleeing for their lives, and Salander's computer wrecked.
Blomkvist's reaction to what she has done for him is altogether different. In tracking down the researching genius who cloaks herself in obsessive privacy while becoming his guardian angel, it's only her interest in him that allows him to enter her apartment and stay long enough to convince her to help him on the Vanger case. The Vanger clan and their family secrets will never be the same.
Only rarely does a film owe so much to its literary source, and this depends completely on the degree of respect the filmmakers have for it. Previous examples are Cormac McCarthy's "No Country For Old Men," which was made with the writer in close consultation, and the recently released "The Road." It's evident from the film that director Niels Arden Oplev had the same respect for Larsson's work which, with the equal respect from screenwriters Rasmus Heisterberg and Nikolaj Arcel, captures all the dramatic, character and descriptive essentials of a sweeping and complex novel that fascinates more with every page. Before seeing the film, my anxiety was largely over the casting choices. Here, too, I come out in high favor of Oplev's judgement. Lisbeth Salander, to me, is one of the most intriguing characters in mystery literature. Her exploits and vulnerabilities are safest, I feared, in the mind's eye. Who could play her without compromising her utter singularity composed of high-level functioning despite a past of abuse and horrors and her consequent distrust of all forms of authority? Who would have the wiry build, the right look, the martial arts? Noomi Rapace does all that, with a mercurial beauty and earthy sensuality that fulfills the image precisely.
The phenomenon of the book as a smash hit had everything to do with the making of this film but, in a peculiar film irony, it is also behind the announcement in the trades in December of 2009 that Sony Pictures has optioned the English-language screen rights for a remake, possibly with Brad Pitt and George Clooney, for release in 2012. I only wish that Noomy Rapace is offered the Salander part--I think she owns it. That an American producer would want to remake an already fine film has everything to do with American audiences' lack of gravitation toward foreign films with unfamiliar casts and nothing to do with the quality of this excellent and elegant Swedish production. The American-bred version can only aspire to be as good, despite internationally bankable stars. You can't fault Sony for recognizing the big number potential in a story like this, but they won't make a better film--just a different one. In any event, cinema history is in the making and this chapter of it has Stieg Larsson's name on it.
~~ Jules Brenner |