Maybe this movie would have felt more profound if I'd seen it 25 years ago, but it didn't tell me anything that I haven't already figured out at this point in my life.
Too many cooks in the screenwriting kitchen, from what I've read concerning the film's production.
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.
The characters weren't very interesting, nor were the dramatic conflicts, but it's not the worst Stephen King adaptation ever put on film.
I love, love, LOVE the works of young Argento. Old Argento? Eh...
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.