The Silence of the Lambs was playing in the theater in
1991, when
I even wasn’t
born, but when I saw it this summer, its charm still made me addicted to it, like
the people who
saw it then. It was adapted from a novel, and the
scarcely success of an adapted movie differed The Silence of the Lambs from the
other movies.
It was talking about a
policewoman, Clarice Starling, who was offered to investigate a case which a
serial killer slaughtered women and peeled their skins off. The case was so
complicated that the superior tasked Starling with interviewing Hannibal
Lecter, a former psychiatrist and cannibalistic serial killer. Lector agreed
to give Starling hints, but the past of her would be the deal.
The movie was fantastic, no matter the videoshooting techniques or the background music. It also led me to think
about how many
victims there are in the society. The victims include not only women,
but also
the old
living by
themselves and kids
who can’t afford to go to school.

