Feb
16
Stieg Larsson’s estate makes a movie
Oy. I liked these books, but it occurred to me at no time while reading them that they would ever be adapted. The eponymous girl exists almost entirely in her own head, and in one of the books, a main character practically doesn’t get out of bed.
With astonishingly lucky casting, I could see how this might work as long-form television on HBO or Showtime, but not as a movie. And in this case it turns out to have been made as a Swedish miniseries, then edited down into a 140 minute film, which doesn’t fill me with anything resembling hope.
On the other hand, the rumored American remake is pretty much inevitably going to be worse, unless Scorsese gets ahold of it, in which case it’ll only suffer for being transplanted to Queens.
