If you want to compare this film to either version of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, you will be let down. This jumbled and uneven story just doesn’t feel like a Lisbeth Salander story; it feels like someone trying to copy what came before, but not understanding what originally made it so effective. Claire Foy is a decent replacement for Rooney Mara, but the writing doesn’t do the character justice, as she’s turned from a complex character, to a generic vigilante heroine. Its attempts at making a more mainstream film mean it’s insanely sanitized; you simply don’t feel as mucky and violated as you do with the other films. On its own, it’s watchable. Compare it to its predecessors and it’s a total failure.