The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (review)
I’m not sure I’ve seen a more superfluous film that Fincher’s pointless second take on a story that was served supremely well onscreen so recently.
I’m not sure I’ve seen a more superfluous film that Fincher’s pointless second take on a story that was served supremely well onscreen so recently.

The most fun straight-up action movie in ages: while it touches on concerns about terrorism and rogue nukes, there’s nothing too heavy. But what makes it so special is how up-close and personal it is.
Hey, wouldn’t it be neat if Alvin asked Dave, “Am I a pet?” and then, not getting an honest answer, led a chipmunk uprising?
This is it: the collectivist kiddie flick that makes it look like fun to work together for the betterment of all. Disgusting!
I’m pretty sure that the reason Antonio Banderas was put on this planet was to make Puss in Boots speak…
Oh, glorious steampunk! Oh, glorious Victoriana! Oh, for a time when men were men (and not little boys) and industry meant hard work (and not corporate malfeasance) and optimism (and not despair) ruled the day. When the future was so bright, you hadda wear shades.
Let us be kind and say that this is not one of the most successful Doctor Who stories ever…
Screenwriters Brit Marling and Mike Cahill don’t know where to take their story beyond its initial neat-o science fiction premise…
Want to make manchildren laugh? Blow some weed smoke out at them in 3D. Call something “Avatarded” as a compliment. Get a baby high. Har har.
What are you doing New Year’s eve? Not seeing this cheap, lazy excuse for a movie, I hope…