Those preliminaries aside, here’s the really good news: this movie kicks ass. Rooney Mara, who had a small role in Fincher’s “The Social Network,’’ gives a controlled detonation of a performance as traumatized victim-turned-avenger Lisbeth Salander. Mara’s the breakout star of the year, a cold, detached waif in form, a fearsome, merciless zealot in spirit.
How strange it is to say that the nice guy here is Daniel Craig — who, of all the big-screen James Bonds, comes closest to the nasty, tortured soul Ian Fleming created.
Mara and Craig make an indomitable screen pair, he nominally leading their intense search into decades-old serial killings, she surging ahead, plowing through obstacles with flashes of phenomenal intellect and eruptions of physical fury.
A ward of the state since an act of childhood violence, Lisbeth has been at the mercy, and mostly the malice, of others for so long that she anticipates and incorporates their brutality into her own calculations for maintaining control of her life.
Peerless as a computer hacker, Lisbeth finds occasional employment with a security company, for whom she runs a not-too-legal background check on disgraced journalist Mikael Blomkvist (Craig).
The company’s client, retired industrialist Henrik Vanger (Christopher Plummer) hires Mikael to make a last-ditch effort to find out who killed his beloved teenage grand-niece, who vanished 40 years earlier.
Mikael eventually persuades aloof, suspicious Lisbeth — who has every reason in the world to revile men as a loyal order of perpetrators of violence against women — to join his investigation.
The film is gripping early on, when Lisbeth and Mikael are on their own. Once they team up, “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo’’ takes on a relentless though unhurried momentum as the two find links between the girl’s disappearance and a series of murders of young women butchered in unspeakable ways.
