Man, do I ever hate The Graduate. Loved it as a teenager. Can't stand it now. Contemptible snakes and unsympathetic buffoons behaving badly, accompanied by an admittedly catchy Simon & Garfunkel soundtrack.
I never believed for a second that Lecter would get killed. Not when the only character positioned as being worthy of snuffing him out had been so poorly handled by the filmmakers
Late Nineties Crap Noir. Very anti-audience. Oliver Stone riffs on John Dahl, a la psilocybin mushrooms.
Paul Newman was said to "thunder profanities" whenever anyone mentioned this movie in his presence.
I'll always remember him as the really interesting and charismatic actor from some of my favorite feature films of the 1970s and 1980s (and into the late 1990s, for that matter).