Hannibal was a movie that didnāt get nearly the attention it deserved. It picks up where the creepy storyline of Silence of the Lambs left off and makes it into an adventure, with the escaped Hannibal Lecter as a sort of antihero, living a humble, anonymous, yet idyllic life as a library curator in a beautiful Italian city, his greatest joy found in the art and culture of his surroundings.
Anthony Hopkins and Julianne Moore are both incredible and you end up rooting for both, which is uncommon in a movie about a criminal on the run, being pursued by an FBI agent.
The soundtrack to the movie is beautiful as well, and I recommend reading the book version after seeing the movie, as the ending is quite different.
Memento is the movie version of pocket lint that finds its way into the crevices of your phone speaker. This is not because the movie sucks, because Iāve seen it and itās OK. Iām just reminded of it all the time like a bad fart in a department store.
I have had several brain surgeries, and I have had a decent amount of brain tissue removed. As a result, I have a pronounced problem with memory. I also have lots and lots of tattoos, most of which I got before the accident that caused my epilepsy.
Just about everywhere I go, some genius pops up who sees my big olā brain surgery scar, then my neck/arms/hands/legs, then makes a mental leap and says, āOh, wow! Have you ever seen that movie Memento? You remind me of that guy on there! Ha ha! You ever think of doing something like that? You know, tattooing stuff on you to remember them!ā
A quick glance will tell you that I literally donāt have ANY tattoo real estate left at this point, unless you count my face, which Iām not going to tattoo because I would look even more ridiculous than I already do.