Ever since I saw Jonathan Demme's "Silence Of The Lambs" (on TV, mind you,
lending a whole new dimension to the phrase "glued to the television set") -
wide-eyed, dry-mouthed and startled out of my wits, and my respect for movie-making
rapidly taking giant leaps - I've wanted, oh so badly, to watch its sequel.
Hollywood being far away from Hyderabad the sequel took its time to reach us,
and this week I finally had my prayers answered. And how.
What a sequel Hannibal is - gloomy, dull, unintelligent and unforgivably boring. Someone should go right ahe....