I just watched Hannibal for the second time.
Now, it is, of course, not nearly as good as Silence of the Lambs, but I found it so much more….dare I say it? EROTIC.
Cannibal or no, when he chopped off his own hand to spare hers… Sigh.
Itotally would have followed the book version, rather than the movie, and gone off with him. Call me crazy.
Not exactly the quintessential romantic, now am I? I always seem to get heart palps for the ‘evil’ ones.
I recall a conversation between Anne Shirley and Marilla Cuthbert…
Marilla: Would you want a wicked man?
Anne: Not wicked exactly. But I think I should like a man that COULD be wicked, but wouldn’t.