Why? Because it's MY blog, and I'll post when I wanna. That and...you know, we were sorta told to do two posts today. So, this is basically my free post...write about whatever I want, Feicky's said...well, lets see...what horrors shall I unleash unto you? Meh...can't think of any horrors right now. So we'll go on a magical ranting journey about....PUBLIC WASHROOMS!
No, I'm just playing with your silly little heads. In truth, what I really want to rant about is my odd taste in film. I can openly admit, I'm not one for overdone gore, romance or anything else.I absolutely adore plot. Read it again, I said P-L-O-T, PLOT. Not pot.
I enjoy a story that contains some deeper meaning than just 'boy-meets-girl', or 'ahhh-its-a-serial-killer!'. I liked to know the origins of things. For example, I have a deep interest in the Hannibal Lecter series of films, mainly Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal. I do not enjoy the fact that the story is about a serial killer, nor the blood and gore of the film. I find it enchanting because of the mystery and intrigue of it all.
Hannibal Lecter is an interesting character with a strange yet believable background. High-born, lost his wealth, sought revenge, and was imprisoned for it,these are typical traits of a tragic hero. But I do not see Hannibal as this. Instead, I know he is an anti-hero. He's the guy you cheer for, even though he is, in a way, the bad guy.
Even the romantic aspects of these two films have interesting dynamics. The relationship is forbidden, to be sure, as I highly doubt any sensible parents would support their FBI trainee daughter falling in love with a known serial killer who eats his victims. As well, we get the feeling that this relationship is somehow beautiful. To prove this point, here is a quote from the film:
Hannibal:Tell me Clarice, would you ever say to me "Stop. If you loved me, you'd stop"?
Agent Clarice Starling: Not in a thousand years.
Hannibal:Not in a thousand years"... That's my girl.
Hannibal then makes a move as if to bite Clarice on the cheek, his means of attack, but it then changes into a kiss. This leaves viewers deeply questioning the dynamics of this relationship. He writes her letters, asking how he makes her feel, yet at the same time, he taunts Clarice for her mistakes and for being able to feel emotions.Is it a Beauty & the Beast-esque love tale, or is simply the tale of a monster? Judge for yourself. Does this look to you like love?
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