H.P.K.:
What happens in the end of Hannibal the movie (as opposed to the book ending)?
Started watching it last night (even though the book ranks up there with one of the worst I have ever read) and missed the end due to trying to fix up the computer.
As for the actual movie.....boy they should've thrown away that script. Acting? Directing? blah blah blah?....what does it matter when you've got such a woeful hunk of woe to base it on.
Parkesy:
I could make up crap but I wont. She doesn't turn into Hannibal's missus like she does in the book. She doesn't eat the dude's brain. She's still an all round goodie-goodie.
Anyway she finds some opportunity to try and escape or something (during that dinner when he is cooking the guys brain while the guy is still alive), she ends up in the kitchen with Hannibal. Somehow she calls the cops or something, help is on the way. Then she cunningly slaps some handcuffs on him and her, so they are joined together. He gets a meat cleaver and says this is gonna hurt me than it is going to hurt you (or similar), the cleaver comes down...
Then cut to Hannibal on a commercial plane, his hand is bandaged. He cut off his own hand off rather than cut hers - ahh true love. And he is eating liver or something and the kid next to him wants some, so he gives it to the kid I think. Stolen from earlier in the book. End of movie.
H.P.K.:
Well that ending sounds better than the one in the book, but that doesn't say much. It could've involved aliens dressed like Bill Murray in Caddyshack abducting them to the Planet Ork and I would've thought it was better.
Parkesy:
I thought that the book was WAY over the top in trying to be gross and evil. Guy whose face is cut off and fed to a dog while he's high on PCP (old urban legend, tip of my hat there although it shows a dearth of imagination on the part of the author) who makes martinis from the tears of orphans (surprised he didn't have a big black moustache to twirl as he ties maidens to the train track). Hannibal cooking the dudes brain while he's alive and then feeding it to him. Flesh eating wild pigs and killer eels. And on top of all these horrors - a lesbian bodybuilder! Eeek!
H.P.K.:
My thoughts exactly. It wasn't enough that he wanted to kill our hero Hannibal, he also trained cannibal pigs, was a nonce, had self inflicted, drug induced (drugs are bad kids) deformities, and treated all of his doting staff like they were brushed off the rim of a public toilet seat.
Add to this an FBI agent (Ray Liotta) who is so blatantly incompotent, biased and just a flat out stupid that you've got to ask yourself how exactly did he get to such a high status in an organisation which is (you would think, or at least bloody well hope) one of the most professional in the world. If you acted like that at your part time job stacking shelves at Woollies you'd be out the door in a second. But do that at the FBI and it's a sure fire recipe for big wigness!
Parkesy:
If I had to give a HATE! to an author of this genre, it'd be James Patterson. How do I hate thee, let me count the ways...
1. all your books have names ripped out of kids rhymes - "kiss the girls", "along came a spider", "when the wind blows", etc - to try and make them sound creepier.
2. they're a rip off of Thomas Harris books (you're even got "black friday" and he had "black sunday" ages ago).
3. I hate it how you try and use technical jargon to give the impression that you're "down" with the world of forensics and policework, even when the jargon is terribly forced and out of place.
4. use of contemporary references, are you to dumb too know the book will date terribly if you include references to current rap stars.
5. I don't like your characters, they're police show stereotypes (world-weary single father cop, beautiful strong-willed and smart woman lawyer, etc).
6. your books become movies simply because they have gruesome murders in them and that's what the american public wants.
I could probably go on if I thought about it more. I'll leave that sort of thing up to HPK.