Just showing solidarity with all others who realised what an abortion this version is

Rating: 1/10 (30 July 2014)

I have a strange relationship with the story of 'The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo'.
On a long international flight back home, it was the only book I could find in English in the bookshop that didn't have a blerb that made me vomit. Over-hyped though it was, I thought it would fit the bill, and it did. It helped keep me sane over the cramped hours.
Then I saw this version of the film, and it didn't make any real impression.
Eventually, I discovered it was a remake and went and sought out the Swedish original.
So - read the book and saw both film versions. You might conclude that I must really like the story, and hold the author in great esteem?
I regret this is not the case, oh dear me no.
Without wishing to insult Mr. Larsson's ghost, I'm afraid I think his book is boring and over-rated - it certainly didn't motivate me to read the other two. And I've read much better mysteries that could have been made into films.
I think the Swedish version is a rather good film that removes some of the book's tedium, but it's still nothing that I'd label as an "enduring classic" or some such hyperbole.
I think this version, now I have the context of the real film, the original, is a steaming abortion and frankly rather embarrassing:
The opening credits are idiotic, grating, and inappropriate: telegraphing that wheels had fallen off.
Rooney Mara's performance is shockingly, appallingly bad. Perhaps it was the script and a completely talentless director? I don't know.
Daniel Craig mailed-in his performance.
Everyone but Craig has absurd Swedish accents but speak in English.
The music is god-awful, sorry Trent but it is, it's totally wrong for the film.
It's almost a shot-for-shot remake of the original, but in a purely colour-by-numbers, box-ticking way.
Everything is More, Bigger, Longer, like a Spielberg effort. The sets are bigger, the vehicles are bigger, the houses are bigger, the rooms are bigger, and everything is stretched out as much as it can be, but without any added finesse.
A cardboard and lacklustre, going-through-the-motions, rubbish film.
And even more boring than the book.
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