Of the other attempted franchise re-boot to arrive this week, Claire Foy as Lisbeth Salander has a bit more style to it than Robin Hood, though not much.
Foy herself deserves huge admiration for taking on the part and doing it so well – it’s one of the least likely bits of casting and she throws herself into it with guts and gusto, even if I can’t help thinking somebody else could have made their career with this part whereas for Claire it will be little more than a sideline.
The plot is silly and too many characters come to nothing – the American NSA guy played by Lakeith Stanfield, the useless journalist Blomqvist played by Sverrir Gudnason, who was recently Bjorn Borg – but, when people aren’t typing or looking at a screen, there are at least a couple of decent action sequences, even if, like Paul Greengrass’ recent July 22, you wonder why everyone in Stockholm is speaking English. Greengrass is a useful reference here, because Salander’s secret identity and her murky past that return to haunt her make this like an online version of the Bourne movies.
Ultimately, amid the snow and stunts, I spent most of my time marvelling at Lisbeth’s remarkable 4G connectivity and seemingly endless battery life. You know a film’s not really working if your main note is: sort out new data plan…