Maybe I am a movie nerd/purist because let me tell you, I got to see the teaser trailer for David Fincher’s The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo tonight and it was an incredibe experience. I walked out of the theater super pumped, stoked, whatever surfer word you want to use. Pretty sure I talked my sister’s ear off because I got excitable.

The majority of films I’ve seen in the past couple of years have been at critics’ screenings, where jerks with iphones tap tap tap and show little to no enthusiasm for what’s to come. There’s never the feeing of an event. Granted, I was at a gimme David Fincher event with Fight Club nerds, but it was pretty thrilling to see a well executed two minutes, at most, of film, that left the audience feeling wowed.

I don’t want to write too much about it, but a note: I was in a room with a bunch of Swedes. I laughed at one dark little joke. They didn’t laugh. It was done, of course, with that Fincher blue everywhere.

But listen to me, and don’t do yourself a disservice: when it leaks to the internet, don’t watch it. You need to see it on the big screen when you’re seeing some other movie, with the images large and the base booming. I guarantee a shiver of excitement.

The more I think about it, Fincher is one of the majors, isn’t he? (A part of me would file away a mild little attraction to him in the David O. Russell category. I have a soft spot for the idealism of directors who seem like visionary jerks.) You have to have strong feelings, one way or another, about Seven, The Social Network, and Fight Club. What other director has been so consistent and so nihilistic and so devastating?