A wisp of a woman who's a crackerjack hacker and a physical force who can take out men three times her size, she's a tattooed, pierced, bisexual with a moral code of her own. A traumatic childhood molded her. A harrowing adulthood reinforced her alienation. Now she is the avenging anti-angel— the woman who hurts men who hurt women.
That's what she's doing when we first see her in this movie, based on the book by David Lagercrantz written after Larsson's death. The scene is classic Salander. But the film moves on from there and while it held the Movie Slut's interest, a niggling question crawled through her mind. What's missing?
The answer: Lisbeth. She's lost her edge. Claire Foy (The Crown) is too pretty for the part, not tough enough, and isn't given material to work with that would reveal her genius or explore her tortured soul. She could be any action character. But she's not.
She's Lisbeth Salander and we need to hear her roar.
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