Like
I said, I was supposed to feel bad, but the irony of it is that I never felt so
good.
The
story of Man who Hate Women it’s not a story that comes along often. There’s a
strong implicit human side and I’m not only thinking about the women’s
advocateness but the many other aspects of this story. For instance, the infamous
rape scene and consequent revenge. Lisbeth Salander isn’t obviously a regular
human being, because this (hypothetically) revenge wouldn’t happen in other
circumstances. But what she had already been through, her toughness and mind
control made her do so. Stieg Larsson decided to create someone who was mentally
strong enough to do that kind of revenge. He could also focus all his attention
in this matter but that is why the story is so interesting. He also tells the
story of a man; he’s a journalist with integrity, even if it’s shaken for a
moment. There’s not an inch of sexual discrimination either offensiveness
towards women, he just respects every single person, either male or female.
Larsson also represents a family with sick people; husbands who beat their
wives, anti-semis. But he also portraits a faithful man, kind enough to treat
someone with care. He shows it’s possible to have a good man in the middle of a
sick chaos. It’s rich, it’s thoughtful, tireless and kind and I think Fincher
and Zaillian’s adaption keeps its richness alive. There’s much to contemplate.
I
went to the theater with perhaps too much to take on. My relation to this film
is quite complete, I think I experienced the many different ways one can with
the story of Man who Hate Women. I saw the Swedish adaptation without reading
the books, which is significant when you’re watching something with a story
like this one. Now knowing the books and being a complete admirer of the
Swedish adaptation.
I
was always emerged in this different environment. I didn’t felt like making
comparisons, because in order to do so I need to consider primarily the
different levels of production. Then it’s just a matter of different approaches
to the story. Which are really in the details.
About
Rooney Mara and Noomi Rapace, all I can think of is how brave they are. Hands
down to them. They both give everything; they both expose themselves to this
character in the most naked way. They both collaborated to the faithfulness of Lisbeth Salander. Then, the rest is just a matter of
taste.
This
film was one of those films; it stayed in my mind vividly, almost scene by
scene. And I felt good because I was watching challenging cinema and a significant and worth story. I just wished
I had seen the film in other circumstances. It was maybe too much to take in;
trying to separate three things at the same time. I wished Oscars weren’t any
near this for instance. But that’s gone now.
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