As part of Hubby’s birthday present last month, I gave him a coupon that he could redeem in exchange for me finally agreeing to watch Silence of the Lambs. Well, tonight was that night.
Firstly, as probably one of the few (if any) people who had not yet watched it, I feel the need to defend myself. SotL came out in 1991. I wasn’t yet old enough to watch PG-13 movies, let alone ones rated R. When I did start watching R-rated movies, I actually liked scary and suspenseful flicks. But by then, SotL was old, and there were new creepy movies to watch. When I was old enough to recognize that I had missed out on seeing a “classic” (aka I didn’t understand the many hundreds of references made to the movie), I had put a moratorium on all creepy motion pictures. My feeling? There’s enough in the real world to creep me out. Why waste one of the few methods of escape on things that are going to give me nightmares when I have plenty of bad dreams from watching the news?
So to not only agree to watch this movie, but to also offer to watch it, you know I must really love the dude.
I was trying not to be a baby about it, but as my date with Anthony Hopkins approached, I started tweeting and Facebooking things like:
(And I may or may not have texted a few of my friends asking them to come over and hold me.) My dear, sweet, supportive friends thought it would be hilarious to build the suspense even further:
You will let me know what you thought… won’t you, “Clarice”??? =)
I’m scared 4 u.
Um, not sure I’d want to be in your position. It’s a great movie, but man. Prepare yourself.
Hope you enjoy the fava beans and chianti… (PS. I had no idea what that meant, but it scared me nonetheless.)
(I now know who not to call when I’m trying to hide from the bogeyman, thank you very much.)
The verdict? Maybe it was because I had built it up in my head for so many years, but I didn’t start getting nervous until the very end. And the only time I closed my eyes was when Buffalo Bill started playing with the moths. (Insects? Definitely creepier than Dr. Hannibal Lecter.) I admit it. That movie is GOOD. I loved it. Now if only I can get Hubby to watch a musical…