Daniel McCarthy
2May11
*preposterousness*
One of the worst 'prestigious' Hollywood films of the past 10 years. Ridley Scott is so out of his element, trying to operate in the serial killer/thriller mold, that it becomes obvious from the opening scene. And yet there are elements of "Hannibal" to savor: the frequent nods to Italian horror, including Hans Zimmer's "Suspiria"-ish score, and Gary Oldman's wonderfully over-the-top turn as the villain.
Boring. Should have written out Clarice entirely if she couldn't be played by Foster.
An unnecessary sequel to a mediocre film, at least the first was an amiable mess.
Die Opernarien, die klassische Musik und die barocken Räumlichkeiten in Florenz sollen wohl einen gewissen gebildeten Anspruch suggerieren, führen aber nur zu einer Schwülstigkeit, welche die Präzision von Jonathan Demmes "Das Schweigen der Lämmer" vollständig vermissen lässt. Was aber außer Effekthascherei sollte man auch vom Blender Ridley "nur 3 gute Filme" Scott erwarten?
The first two acts have a guilty, gothic pleasure to them but it soon collapses under the weight of its propsterousness (that brain bit is silly) and firmly bulldozes over the subtletly of previous installments.
I would love to give this four stars, but Scott can't exceed his limitations. He's very talented - within that particular range - but, you know... no more than three, really. Still, around here I'm probably the biggest fan of this film. Love the Pazzi subplot and the general acceptance that 99% of the people in the world are corrupted.
way to rape Demme's fantastic adaptation of Silence of the Lambs. Thank God Jodie Foster knew when to quit
Oddly enough I was so disappointed by the book that I actually felt the movie was better--although not by much...
Well worth seeing, I thought Sir Anthony Hopkins plays a timely good role as a great example of an actor.
For such a strong cast and crew, this really is a profoundly awful movie. Nothing makes sense, some scenes look straight out of "CSI," and there's a horribly disfigured man breeding evil mutant pigs. I will admit though, that it does have a sort of B-movie zaniness to it, and I haven't laughed as hard in ages as when during the credits I figured out that the disfigured guy was actually Gary Oldman.