Friday night
We were about ten minutes into "The Girl Who Played With Fire" when I mentioned that neither of us had posted yet. We both shrugged our shoulders, dug into our Subway sandwiches, then turned our attention back to the movie. Then five minutes later we paused the movie and mopped up all of the beer Dave spilled.
The movie was good. It's amazing how you can spend a significant portion of your week obsessively reading a highly involved book with tons of characters and lots of action where every little detail is important, only to have someone come along, edit the heck out of it, and what do you know? you still end up with pretty much the same story, only a lot shorter and sweeter. I enjoyed the book, but short and sweet has its merits. It was hard for me to let go of all of the information I knew was being left out, but after the first half hour I stopped feeling scandalized and really enjoyed the movie. I like the actors who play Blomkvist and Salander, but I feel like they missed the boat on Berger. She doesn't come across as strong in the movie as she does in the book, and although in the first two books she's not a major player, I did like her presence.
Anyway, because he's the Southern Gentleman, as soon as the movie was over, Dave handed me the laptop and told me I could post first. It would have been a more gallant gesture had he not pointed out how gallant a gesture it was, but I'll take what I can get.