oh dear. So execrable that I could not endure the whole movie.
Lazy, trope-ridden nonsense.
Stephen merchant adds his usual gravitas, giving the movie all the weight of a helium balloon.
Even the opening scenes of a traumatic childhood followed by vigilante retribution are done in such a perfunctory way that they’re rendered pointless.
The movie continued in a similar vein to the escape from the bridge and the ‘mysterious’ black van and Lisbet’s sister’s appearance. And that was the point I had to leave.
This sorry tale told in lumpen parts augmented by the dullest of dialog might represent the book well. But it made really intolerable cinema for me. I cannot recommend you even consider seeing this.