Caroline Proust et al in Spiral, Noomi Rapace in The Girl who Played with Fire
But then I read about this weekend’s London preview of The Girl who Played with Fire, second film in the trilogy that began with The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. So here comes a mega weekend of on-screen EuroCrime.
My enjoyment of this stuff will always be slightly queasy: horrific violence as entertainment is not a concept to be swallowed unproblematically. But, oh, the genre games, the sexual politics, the terrific acting and spiffy camera-work, the languages, the intercultural similarities and differences – it all offers so much subtle and absorbing deliciousness.
2 comments:
I must chase up the series. I read rave reviews somewhere else (Sunday paper?) and now you've tipped the balance.
Like you, I abhor the violence of the genre... yet, yet, you tempt me.
Curiously, I just read a long article in the NY Times about Stieg Larsson's partner, his estate and possible future yet unpublished books and movies. I've yet to read any but may succumb.
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