| 1991
is considered by many as "the year"
in the Hannibal calendar, whether they read
the book or not (and let's remember, the
vast majority of the movie-going public
did not read the book ...).
Jonathan
Demme, with the screenplay of Ted Tally
firmly in hand, cast veteran actor Sir Anthony
Hopkins into the title role of Hannibal
"the Cannibal" Lecter, and backed
him up with Jodie Foster in the role of
Clarice Starling, the FBI Trainee assigned
to prise from the mind of the nefarious
Lecter a psychological profile, and possible
whereabouts, of one "Buffalo Bill",
aka Jame Gumb (and played exceptionally
well by Ted Levine).
Interestingly,
Foster has a habit of being linked to psychos:
she occupied a role opposite Robert De Niro
in his own famous rendition of a psycho
Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver, and
John Hinkley, in an effort to impress her,
went out and shot Ronald Reagan. Yes, very
strange but very true. Back to where we
were ...
The
result of this potentially dangerous undertaking?
Cataclysmic!
Electrifying! Unparalleled horror and
revulsion!
The
Hannibal we witness in "Silence ..."
simply terrified an unwitting audience,
in what is surely one of the greatest
unveilings of Evil personified. It terrified
them then, and it still does when anyone
revisits that breakthrough film. So
utterly complete was this remarkable rendition
that people were as much drawn to the evil
of his character as they were repulsed by
the sheer horror of his numerous deeds -
both obvious and alluded to alike.
Director
Steven Spielberg, no slouch himself on the
thrills and excitement front in moviedom
(remember, this was the guy who made people
scared of the sea for months after
delivering the Jaws trilogy) remarked that
the performance was all the more terrifying
because of the absence of props to
convey the intensity of the character: no
dramatic makeup, fake bloodshot eyes courtesy
of contact lenses, fangs, or overly dramatic
surroundings.
Just
the eyes, the stare and 'that voice' as
it is often referred to ... with trepidation.
Spielberg (and I daresay a lot of other
people) says he still gets a chill when
he remembers that first introduction we
have to Lecter.
"The
Silence of the Lambs" swept Best Actor
(Hopkins), Actress (Foster) Director (Demme),
Picture and Screenplay at the Oscars. It
was a cinematic triumph.
This
was in no small part due to the quite masterful
performances of both Anthony Hopkins as
Lecter, and in particular the cat-and-mouse
interplay with Jodie Foster as Agent Starling.
Taut cinematography, first-rate lines, and
awe-inspiring delivery to match, with a
superbly paced and well written Script combined
to produce a visual and aural Tour de Force.
It
was a psychological parry-and-thrust of
the highest order. Tense, extremely unnerving,
edge-of-your-seat stuff that you hear about,
but actually very seldom get in the genre.
Audiences
the world over wandered in a daze from movie
theatres ... and no doubt a lot of them
would sleep with the lights on for many
nights after.
The
foundation of the terror-that-is-Lecter,
as intimated previously, was our introduction
to Hopkins' Hannibal.
The
audience was not introduced to the disturbed,
deranged and criminally minded Doctor by
way of a dead body thrown across a room,
buckets of blood on the floor, a screaming
victim bursting through some door, as is
quite often the case in horror / thrillers
like these when introducing the main characters,
and especially villians of this type and
psychological magnitude.
Oh
we are certainly told that he was
a Cannibal as Dr Chilton remarks,
"Oh he's a Monster ... so rare to catch
one alive". We did not see any overt
evidence of that in the first crucial meeting,
save for the line about his distaste for
Census takers, and a fleeting glimpse of
some Newspaper archives Starling is perusing
prior to her first meeting with Lecter (..."New
Horrors at Cannibal Trial ..." reads
one headline...).
But
that is already enough. The master stroke
was quite simply that we did not need
to see such deeds, in order to believe
in the horrors that such words must carry.
No,
the total effect of being in the presence
of unparalleled evil was given by the way
Hannibal probed Starling's mind ...
the intensity of the eyes that bored
their way through anyone, anything ... and
the almost whispering quality of his most
terrifying statements. When he spoke sharply,
you paid attention. When he spoke softly,
you were forgiven for thinking he'd start
lurking in the back of your subconscious.
"You
don't want Hannibal Lecter in your head
..." warns Jack Crawford, Starling's
superior at the FBI Academy. It
was a warning very well intended. But
it is too late! For
we are hooked, and we will never be the
same again.
Julianne Moore, who plays Starling in "Hannibal"
the Movie, even went so far as to see a
psychiatrist herself, so uncomfortable was
she about being drawn into the wider evil
of Hannibal's deeds -- and this is a fictional
character!
When
he killed, you would do anything to be far,
far away from such scenes. But somewhere,
in the recesses of your mind, he would always
... be there. Gnawing steadily away at your
subconscious, coiled and ready to spring
at you like the "Red Dragon" he
was, to consume the remaining vestiges of
your now temporary sanity forever.
Hopkins'
characterisation of the evil that lay within
Hannibal was one in which you almost wanted
to come into contact with Hannibal, with
that sort of evil. To do so would prove
your undoing ... but to resist would be
futile as well.
Perhaps,
there was a feeling that Hannibal might,
underneath it all, be someone who could
be understood, who could look once
more as "human" as the rest of
us. Certainly, in "Hannibal" there
is clearer definition and some historical
context for his somewhat errant behaviour
in later years. One could even forgive
his future excesses on that basis alone.
It
is telling that Hannibal held an indescribably
exciting fascination for the public for
a whole 10 years after his dramatic departure
in "Silence of the Lambs" and
nobody can forget the inimitable line, "I'm
having an old friend for dinner ..."
with Starling whispering into the dead line,
"Dr Lecter? Dr Lecter?".
And
so everyone wanted to know: just
where was Hannibal after all those
years? What did he do after having dinner
with his "friend" ... to be precise,
dining on Frederick Chilton, the
head of the asylum where we first meet Hannibal?
It
was a cliffhanger extraordinaire.
The
world waited with bated breath ... craving
for more, terrified of more. |