I saw The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo a few weeks ago and can’t stop thinking about it. Of course I’ve never seen a movie that was better than the book but I think they did an excellent job considering Mr. Larsson was not able to provide his two cents.
The opening credits feature a reworked version of Led Zeppelin’s classic, “Immigrant Song” which I’ve always loved because like all Led, it reminds me of riding around in my brother’s truck in high school. He would crank it to 11 and drum the steering wheel, desperately trying to drive the Kajagoogoo out of my brain.
I still prefer the original, but my Current Legal Spouse likes Trent Reznor’s take.
Compare. Contrast. Discuss.
Also, I can’t stop listening to it because it makes me want to be an invincible, ass-kicking bisexual tattooed and pierced-up computer hacking ninja. (Except without the anal rape. No, thank you.)
And yes, even though my only tattoo is a press-on Spongebob and even though I’m probably standing in line at Gymboree right now, exchanging children’s socks, I’m still a bad ass.
In my mind.