Silence of the Lambs (SPOILER ALERT!!!) and Talking Heads

Color my life with the chaos of trouble. Which happens to be a vibrant shade of magenta.

I just finished Silence of the Lambs about thirteen minutes ago. I thought the movie was totally brilliant--and one of the few Hollywood movies that has ever lived up to its reputation, in my opinion. Absolutely terrifying. I was disappointed when I found out that Anthony Hopkins was not in fact in Disturbia, but that didn't matter after I was about sixteen minutes into the movie because Hopkins is so impossibly good at his role.

Psychopaths have always been my greatest fear, (aside from insects and South Australians), but they're also profoundly interesting. I know right about know you may be suspecting that I myself am a psychopath, but I can assure you that I've never killed anyone. Well, anyone over the age of forty-one. Wait...make that anyone over the age of forty-one with red hair. Yeah, that would be a first for me.

Psychopaths are like comedians and Keanu Reeves in The Day the Earth Stood Still in the way that they have the ability to see the earth as it is from an almost non-human but still intellectual perspective. They have no emotion, but often they are total geniuses. Yeah, interesting, but also absolutely terrifying.

The movie was perfectly directed and conducted. I didn't spot Captain Stottlemeyer as Buffalo Bill until I was well into the movie--and boy was that character creepy. Creepier, in my opinion, than Hannibal Lector. Hannibal Lector seemed like a decent gentleman--a poet, artist, and great thinker who just happened to like eating people. Buffalo Bill, on the other hand, was definitely the worst kind of transvestite you'll ever run into. The fact that he played 80's music while doing his...sewing...made me feel all the more guilty for loving the 80's.

The only part of the film I couldn't stand were the last two minutes. One hour and fifty-seven minutes of solid and perfect terror and then it ends with total abolition of the chief antagonist and a bad pun. "I'm having an old friend for dinner." How did that line get in there?! I'm pretty sure the director was suffering from writer's block and found inspiration in a book of 1001 Half-Decent Cannibal Jokes. They could have made a much smoother segway into the sequel.

Jody Foster was nice, though. She's pretty. I like her hair. And her skin.

Today is finally the beginning of the weekend, and I have nothing whatsoever planned. I've also finished my first week of track practice, which included a lot of me struggling to touch my toes after the workout and also a lot of me getting detention for swinging around on the machines in the weight room, beating my chest, and telling everyone that I'm Tarzan.

I'm feeling thoroughly anti-America now because I'm reading The Hotel at the Corner of Bitter and Sweet and it's infuriating. Civil rights capitol of the world? We're no better off than the Neanderthals were in Eastern Europe so many thousands of years ago when they persecuted other Neanderthals for publishing Socialist literature.

I have a little hope for the world of the radio today. I heard both The Temper Trap and the Talking Heads playing in art class. (I see now we're getting back to the Psycho Killer theme of this post.)

Did you know that penguins can jump as high as six feet in the air?

Will you guys pray for me tonight?

Thanks. I love you all. Except for one of you whose name I'm not saying because it's a secret and you'd have to give me nine dollars for me to tell you. Or, also, if you were the President, I might also tell you.

Cheers,
That Blond Guy