This is a story about the silence of the lambs.
This story has nothing to do with lamb.
When clarice starling was ten, her parents died and she lived with her cousin. One morning, she was there
A childlike screams could be heard below, and she ran downstairs to find the farmer preparing to kill the lamb in the barn.
"They're howling." 'said clarice.
"Hannibal asked." did you run away?"
"No. At first I wanted to let them go. I opened the door, but they didn't move. They just stood there, confused.
"But you can, can't you?"*
"Yes, I took a lamb and ran as fast as I could."
"Where are you going, clarice?
I don't know. I don't have food or water. It's cold He is too heavy. Before I could even run a few miles, I was stopped by the local sheriff's car. The farmer was angry and sent me to the Lutheran orphanage in bozeman.
"What about your lamb, clarice?
"They killed him."
At that moment, Hannibal's eyes were spinning with some kind of crystal liquid. He raised his head and closed his eyes slightly, as if to prevent the precious crystal from flowing out. A moment later, with extraordinary self-control, he had restored calm, and hidden in his heart the imperceptible touch. 'thank you, clarice, thank you.' I think Hannibal was trying to say, thank you, clarice, you've given me a little renewed confidence in humanity.
Hannibal, an intelligent, quick-thinking cannibal with schizophrenia, has always been a reliable analyst, with clarice as an exception. He liked to play with other people's painful memories and childhood traumas, so he asked clarice to tell her personal stories for her own analysis in exchange for his help. He had speculated that she might have been sexually abused by relatives or wanted to escape her impoverished childhood, and whatever the trauma was, it was confined to her particular unfortunate fate. He was surprised when clarice told the story of her childhood. Clarice's compassionate feelings moved the cruel psychiatrist, so he said, clarice, the world has become interesting because of you.
It has been said that he would not be a happy man if he were several times more sensitive than average, and many times more compassionate than average. So clarice was doomed to be unhappy. Her eyes seemed gentle, but they radiated a kind of grim power, which Hannibal saw. Clarice's virgin purity seemed to be what he had been looking for, and what most of the world was missing. Clarice was alone, as was Hannibal. Perhaps because of this loneliness, these two people have an inexplicable tacit understanding, in their hearts, this is a kind of unrelated but sympathetic piety.
Toward the end of the conversation, Hannibal gently stroked clarice's fingers, as if to suggest a subtle change in their relationship. 'brave clarice, you'll tell me when your lamb stops screaming, won't you?' At this point, I can feel that Hannibal's heart is full of infinite love and pity for clarice.
Hannibal had been looking down on man with a cold sense, and he saw him as stupid and greedy. "Do you feel a pair of eyes staring at you, and are your eyes looking for something?" Hannibal's elegant taste and his deep thinking are fascinating, and his abnormal psychology is so frightening that you can never guess what he will do next.
As Hopkins said of the character: "maybe you think it would be nice to have dinner and talk with him if he didn't eat you. He is, after all, superhuman and has an elegant attitude. When he speaks, or does not say a word, listens to the elegant classical music, you will feel how polite he is, value etiquette, like a learned gentleman; And when he escaped from prison, he bit one of the guards in the face, and the other one was just as badly mangled and bloodied as he could stand there and watch the music of Bach, and you could feel how cruel and terrible he was. The combination of brutal violence and beautiful music makes this film more powerful
