The literal translation of the Swedish title of the late Stieg Larsson’s final dance with Lisbeth Salander is “The Castle in the Air That Was Blown Up,” and the dreamy, outlandish imagery that inspires will give you an idea of what to expect from this tale that twists and turns logic and credibility with a lunatic’s glee. When we left Lisbeth at the end of the second installment, The Girl Who Played With Fire, she was shot by her father and buried alive by her half brother — and such a predictament proves to be a lot less troublesome compared to what’s waiting for her once she gets to the hospital. The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest is ridiculous, but so were the last two films — and, also like the last two films, it’s a hell of a lot of fun.
