Silence of the Lambs.

It’s my favorite movie. So well done. Every set is a work of art, with so many tiny details added. Pause at any point when it’s panning through Buffalo Bill’s basement, and you can see a dozen different things that tell you about him.

All of the scenes lead into each other perfectly. Hannibal tells her Bill is probably on the hunt for his next victim, then it cuts to Catherine Martin driving home, singing to the radio and loving her life.

The scenes where people are “studying” each other has the actors looking directly into the camera, so you feel the discomfort of being stared at.

Clarice spends most of the movie being towered over or being fixated on my intimidating men. You can really see it impacting her as she tries not to show it.

I have to make myself shut up when I watch it with someone new, because I have something to say about every frame of the movie. 10/10

https://youtu.be/QKlv4pZe-zo

Fuck you Mariah Carey

Where I live, there are a lot of people who hold signs on the side of the road and the end of off ramps. I’m a funeral director, and I’ve had to cremate homeless people who got hit doing that. It makes me very anxious to see someone running across traffic to grab a dollar from someone three lanes over.

So that in particular bothers me pretty bad

I’ve also seen theories about the effects of untreated PTSD on the children of WWII vets.