Warning: There are potential spoilers ahead (thanks MacTingz)
Until last Saturday night I hadn’t seen The Silence of the Lambs in at least a decade. My uncle, who foolishly took me to countless films as a child, especially R-rated films unsuitable for adolescents, introduced me to Jonathan Demme’s adaptation of Thomas Harris’ novel, bringing me to the local multiplex, buying me popcorn, and establishing my familiarity with transsexuals and serial killers. I was probably nine or ten years old. Luckily my parents didn’t care and even encouraged my viewing of subversive films and books – they were hippies.
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Tagged Academy Award, Academy Awards, Anthony Hopkins, Buffalo Bill, cannibalism, Clarice Starling, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, FBI, Goodbye Horses, Jodie Foster, Jonathan Demme, Oscar, Q. Lazzarus, Scott Glenn, Ted Levine, The Silence of the Lambs, Thomas Harris
I haven’t seen Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer in quite a long time; I was probably 13 the last time I saw it and it didn’t impact me the same way it did this time. It’s a rough film, extremely low-budget (costing around $110,000 to produce), and relies less on gore than malevolent motivation for its horror. Initially finished in 1986, Henry wasn’t released in theaters until four years later and supposedly the MPAA wouldn’t give it an R-rating – and it’s not because of the gore but because of the situations. Henry is rife with rape, incest, and brutal, sadistic murder which are not uncommon for the horror genre but there’s something particularly gruesome about this movie: a certain, grittiness which makes the film seem more like a documentary at times than a feature film. Continue reading
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Tagged Assault on Precinct 13, Charles Ng, Chicago, Escape From New York, Halloween, Henry Lee Lucas, Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer, John Carpenter, John McNaughton, Jonathan Demme, Leonard Lake, Michael Rooker, serial killer, The Silence of the Lambs, Tom Towles, Tracy Arnold