Man, this is what I get for trying to understand the zeitgeist.
I was in a state of constant confusion during this film's epically long journey to nowhere. I'm even confused by the title The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. I mean, it led me to believe that the actual girl with the dragon tattoo (which I must say wasn't even lingered on or visually emphasized) was the main character and that her actions drove the plot, or that maybe…
I feel like the Fight Clubs and the Panic Rooms and the Benjamin Buttons and the Social Networks and the remakes of the Girls with the Dragons Tattoos has made it impossible to take David Fincher seriously. But waaaaaay back when, in the 90's, somehow this guy who made Paula Abdul videos managed to get hooked up with some crack scripts and made Seven (no I won't write Se7en) and The Game.
The Game is the best thing he's done.…
Holy shit! I totally slept on this junk back in the day, but when I saw Netflix had it I was like, "Perfect timing. Let's get Basic-ed"
I sat alone on my couch, fired it up and then proceeded to get drunk and marvel at the sheer irrelevance of this thing. Travolta is in top peacocking form here, wearing the tightest fucking shirt I've ever scene and laying down on tables all "cool guy" styles while interrogating suspects. It also has like 7 "twist" endings, each dumber than the last. I fucking loved it.
Is this movie racist?
For sure. It totally thinks Mexicans are scary weirdos and treats all black people like Boyz In Da Hood as a Saturday Morning Cartoon.
Is it contributing to or critiquing female objectification?
Hmmmmm... if you have to ask...
Same deal for homophobia?
Well, there's a totally "heart-warming" scene where Jonah Hill lets a kid know it's ok to be gay. Of course this comes AFTER the roller-skating uber-homo who talks with a latin lisp and acts…