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“The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo”, “The Girl Who Played With Fire”, and “The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest”: The Films.

I just finished watching the best-selling Millennium trilogy written by the late Swedish author, Stieg Larsson, directed by Niels Arden Oplev.

The films were all amazing. The lighting, angles, and direction of each film was very unique and professional. Oplev did a great job.

Even more credit goes to the man behind Lisbeth Salander, Stieg Larsson. He presented each character very delicate and precise. The plot was very well put together and grabbing. I was on the edge of my couch seat for the whole 428 minutes of all three films combined.

My opinion of the films are very high, 9/10 stars. (:

However, what I had to say about the plot was that either Larsson had a ludicrous amount of hatred for me, which is ironic considering he was a man, or he just knew of the horrid, unspeakable things men do to other human beings.

Throughout the whole trilogy, there was rape, murder, sex, violence, child pornography, trafficking, and language. Now granted, murder, sex, violence, and language can be found today in many movies, and real life. However, child pornography, trafficking, and rape is what I believe a little too much for me. It was rated R for a reason, and being seventeen, I am legal to watch it without an adult. Which I did. My mother didn’t want to watch it and my father was away on business.

I just believe that Larsson perceived men to be, in the words of Lisbeth Salander, “Sadistic pigs and rapists.”

Horrible.

Gross.

And wrong.

I can’t begin to imagine living in a world with this everyday. Yes, I am, as are all of you reading this. However, more than half of us don’t live next door to a rapist, have a father with a double life as a trafficking boss, or fall asleep every night watching child pornography. And for those who do, you have problems and I pray the best for you.

Sure, not all men are sadistic pigs and rapists, but according to Larsson’s trilogy, all men, including those of government titles are sadistic pigs and rapists. It’s just sad to think that it is true somewhere in the world.

Either way, Larsson’s Millennium film trilogy was very good. I plan on reading the novels soon. It’s a shame, really. I usually read the books first before I see the movies. That how I like it. In my opinion, the books are always better. So Larsson’s novels will be outstanding compared to his films.

I would recommend the films to you all very highly.

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Mourning My Teddy Bear.

I bought a teddy bear from Build-A-Bear Workshop when I was ten years old. I am seventeen now, a senior in high school. His name was Dylan. He was the best teddy bear a girl could ever ask for. I stuffed him, I filled him with love, and boy, did I love him back.

For seven years, I loved that teddy bear. I slept with him every night of my life, even when I went to sleepovers or hotels. I would always kiss his forehead and wish him a goodnight. It’s cheesy, I know, but he’s my best friend. One of my oldest best friends.

Today, when I got home from school, tragedy struck. My dog, Chloe, ate Dylan’s face to shreds. My mother brought Chloe to the doctors and it was confirmed that the fabric of Dylan’s face is in her stomach. Just the face. Not the ears or the tail, or the feet. Just the face. He has no eyes or nose or mouth. Nothing.

It’s really upsetting, because I’ve had that teddy bear since I was little. I’m crying at this moment I write this to you. I mean, I was planning on bringing him to college with me this fall! I took him to sleepovers with girls who would think of how childish I was, on vacation with me, to my grandma’s, to camp, etc. I even took him this past summer to Alfred University where I took a workshop and slept in a dorm for one week. (I wasn’t the only girl who brought their stuffed animal.) And I never once cared what other people thought of me, even as a seventeen-year-old girl with her teddy bear, because I had him. I had Dylan right in my arms.

And it’s not that I want to hold onto my childhood and never grow up. I am very excited to grow up, to go to college, own my own place. But the relationship between a young girl and her teddy bear as she grows up with it is priceless. You can’t make up for that time they shared together, or the places they went, or the sleepless nights filled with crying and heartbreak as the young teenage girl experiences her first heartbreak. Your teddy bear is there with you through it all. It never judges, or makes fun of, or laughs. It always knows the right things to say, what to do to comfort you, and make you laugh. It’s always there when you need a hug or a friend to just vent to.

I guess they can’t live forever. I’m hopefully getting a new one soon, the sad part is that the new one will never replace the old one. But I’m getting Dylan Jr. at Build-A-Bear Workshop. I just wish Build-A-Bear Workshop still had his type of bear, unfortunately, they don’t.

But I just want to thank Build-A-Bear Workshop for giving me my teddy bear, Dylan, who helped me through my childhood and almost all of my teenage years. Too bad it was almost.

R.I.P. Dylan Gioia, the best teddy bear a girl could have ever asked for.

Forever in my heart. <3