Film review: The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo
It was the opening credits of Se7en that got me. They were a genuine and rare sit-upright-and-wonder-who's-doing-this moment.The "who'' was David Fincher.
They've been endlessly ripped off and referenced since, but the visceral kick of those grainy images, set to the raucous wizardry of Trent Reznor's soundtrack, were an unforgettable way to announce that there was a fearless new arse in the directors' chair.
I don't know if Fincher has ever really topped that moment. Fight Club was too self-consciously trying to be cool. Zodiac is a masterpiece, but a very clinical one. The Social Network is a great film, but you'll be a long time between drinks waiting to hear someone call it ''exciting''.
But from the first seconds of this much anticipated remake of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, you'll know that Fincher never lost the crackle and the flash that were with him when he made Se7en. He's just been waiting for the right project to open up the toy box again.




