My feelings about the dualism of Good and Evil are ambivalent. I think Michel Houellebecq once remarked that a horror writer is almost professionally aware of evil, and I have, in my time, at least been partially a horror writer. On the other hand, there seems to me something unworkable about dualism – the constant struggle of us and them.
Added to the above, I have very little interest in thrillers. However, I noticed with interest the depth of my involvement in the trial scene at the end of the film, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest. I don't know if this was intended, or was merely the result of my own particular circumstances and mental state, but I felt as if this were a profoundly cathartic drama in which the age-old forces of patriarchal materialism and rationalism, that prosper by covert brutality and by smothering truth in its cradle, were finally being unmasked and exorcised, invincible authority exposed as a pack of lying and morally loathsome bastids.
However that may be with regard to the film, it was pleasant, anyway, to imagine such a possibility.