My Thoughts On The Silence Of The Lambs

Last night I decided that it had been a while since I got good and disturbed while watching a movie, so I plunked down eighty-seven cents at the rental store for The Silence of the Lambs. I don't know what got into me, except maybe an inflated sense of bravado from killing a bug earlier in the day.

Silence of the Lambs was a movie I swore I'd only watch if it was shown on TV.

Preferably on Nickelodeon.

Besides the ultra creepy story, Anthony Hopkins gets to me. He's too good in this role. Superb, actually. I'm sure he's a perfectly lovely guy in real life, but the man scares the bejeezus out of me. He disturbs me on a primal level. Seriously. Mr. Hopkins could be reading off the menu at Taco Bell and it would cause severe disruptions in my REM cycle. It's the only reason he and I can't be besties.

I knew going in that this movie would scare me, disturb me, and overall wreck havoc on my personal well being. That's why I decided to watch it the same way I watch Jersey Shore: in installments. I can handle a solid fifteen minutes of Jersey Shore before I get weirded out and change the channel. A few days later, I can handle another fifteen minutes. This was my plan for watching Lambs.

My beautiful plan of watching in fifteen (perhaps twenty) minute increments over the course of a couple of weeks was immediately poo pooed by my husband.

Phooey. He said it was all or nothing.

I should have went with nothing. But I did promise to complete my list and I keep my promises. Still, I wanted a little reassurance that I would be okay after seeing Lambs.

I did not receive any such reassurances.

For those of you lucky folks that have never seen this movie, let me give you a brief rundown: Jodie Foster is an FBI trainee who is sent to interview Dr. Hannibal 'The Cannibal' Lecter (currently locked in an asylum because he is completely bat shit crazy and has killed people) about a serial killer that skins his victims.

Get the kids and pop the corn, it's the 'feel good' movie of 1991!

Not.

Admittedly, I spent most of the movie with my zebra print Snuggie thrown over my head, alternating between humming 'Kumbaya' and thinking I have never in my life wanted to be watching an Adam Sandler movie as much as I did right then.

To say that I've actually seen Silence of the Lambs in a misnomer. Mostly I saw the inside of my Snuggie. This is me:

And that is as close as I'm going to get to truly viewing this movie. I'm still checking it off my list though. I listened to most of it and that totally counts.

To recap: Watched the inside of my Snuggie while listening to most of Silence of the Lambs, got seriously and utterly disturbed, and will be completely incapable of functioning for at least two weeks. I will admit that it is a good movie (for those of you who like to be disturbed on a molecular level).

And no. I will not be watching any of the sequels. Pin It Now!