david fincher about to film the ending scene to any of his movies: oh real quick remind everyone that men are useless garbage. great thanks

this is a lot of swedish people to keep track of

sometimes i think about rooney mara's leaked emails asking about the possibility of a sequel to this and i have to stop myself from sobbing. she was holding out hope y'all

lisbeth wearing the 'fuck you you fucking fuck' tshirt is the most iconic piece of pop culture ive seen in my entire life

I too would vroom into the darkness if Daniel Craig didn't wanna be my boyfriend

the best use of enya's orinoco flow ever put to film

"Isn't it interesting how fascists always steal the word 'freedom'?"

something light to kick off the holiday season

the very definition of irony is someone eating a Happy Meal in a David Fincher film

“but i misjudged just how sick you are”

i still remember the first time i saw this in theaters, leaning forward from the opening credits, literally on the edge of my seat. it’s the grittiest fincher has ever gotten in a certain sense: instead of just focusing on murder, it dives deeper into the wounds left when people are truly cruel to others. it’s graphic and painful to watch. and it has a coldness, the frigid scenery sets the tone from the very beginning. but the two different storylines and how they eventually intersect and combine create such a unique atmosphere, it’s undeniable to me, watching the mystery unfold, and the conclusion wrap itself up after so much has happened. i never get sick of this, even with it’s lengthy runtime, and i don’t think i ever will

this isn't even fiction...some men just are like that

you could fit at least three more skargårds in this bad boy