Tom and I caught The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo at the Esquire.
I’ve heard the books are better as well as the 2009 Swedish film, but those weren’t playing at the time,
and I wasn’t going to see The Artist again. (I saw it in Los Angeles and would have loved it… without any hype.)
I liked it, even with the cringe inducing scenes.
Now I want to read the books and see the Swedish films.