Having read and loved the books I was pleasantly surprised to see the movie version of Men who hates women. It was so close to reaching the same level of intensity and depth as the book itself.
Unfortunately I can't say the same thing for The girl that played with the fire. The filmography, direction and the use of music never really catched on to create the intensity and drama needed for keeping me enthralled to the story. And instead of being taken for another great ride in the universe of Stieg Larson, I was left to the sensation of watching some second grade TV-series.
The difference between the first and the second movie can be summed up to the difference between creating movie magic and making mediocre cinematography.
Unfortunately I can't say the same thing for The girl that played with the fire. The filmography, direction and the use of music never really catched on to create the intensity and drama needed for keeping me enthralled to the story. And instead of being taken for another great ride in the universe of Stieg Larson, I was left to the sensation of watching some second grade TV-series.
The difference between the first and the second movie can be summed up to the difference between creating movie magic and making mediocre cinematography.