In the end of the novel, Hannibal, Starling, in a sort of continuous drug and hypnotized haze, enters into a continuing love affair with Lecter, and they elope to Argentina.

but that didn't leave open the possibility of a sequel (Harris' intent was to end the book series there without question) so they concocted this idiotic hand slicing scene. (why the fuck didn't he just lop off a finger or two, and slip out? Or why not at least TRY hacking at the CHAIN of the handcuffs?)

now they're going forward WITHOUT a novel as a base, without Foster, (again), and with no conceivable way to bring the characters together again without copying 50% of the plot to Hannibal.

brilliant idea...just brilliant.

Probably should let this series stop.

They could've made something really special if they'd stayed true to the HANNIBAL novel, including the no-compromise ending and the flashbacks...instead, that money-grubbing fool De Laurentiis decided to milk the series, and Scott went along with it.

Might as well release it straight to DVD...it's totally played out and stale by now.

Ridiculous notion and rumor, perhaps yes. But I certainly expected you guys to post it. I'd like some more info. Please.

And I agree she was wise to abandon the Lecter-ology, the only widely recognized success was the first, and after Rising, the whole sad affair has become more than just a tad ridiculous.

So let me get this straight: you have this incredible character whose is described by Starling as "the keenest hound ever to run in Crawford’s pack, was a legend at the (FBI) Academy; he was also a drunk in Florida now with a face that’s hard to look at..." and you DON'T BRING HIM BACK? This was the guy who originally caught Lector!

Fuck, they should throw out Hannibal and remake it about Starling being forced to recruit a drunk Graham to help her catch Lector.

Nobody gives a shit about this "Hannibal" dude. NOBODY!!

And why is this a "story"??

She must suck a lot of dick or something.

Hannibal Lector is imprisoned in Arkham Asylum but he is giving secret messages and instructions to an insane killer named the Scorpio Killer.

Meanwhile, the mysterious crime lord Keyser Söze has decided that Batman has got to go, so he has hired hitman Anton Chigurh to eliminate him.

Make it happen Nolan!

Quint was the amateur here. He smelled the bullshit coming off this story, he said as much, but rather than bother to verify it (a rather tiresome part of journalism evidently) he posted it anyway.

Egg on face and a waste of time all round.

and develops jason vorhees' mommy issues.

HANNIBAL could have actually been a great movie, if they hadn't lost their balls and actually kept all the plot elements from the novel, like the Margot character, placing the movie's ending in the middle (with Hannibal still in possession of both hands), where it was in the book and, of course, the book's actual ending, where Starling and Lector went off together to Europe to continue killing. The movie didn't satisfy fans of SILENCE, because Foster didn't return and what they kept from the novel was basically a warmed-over rehash of SILENCE, and it didn't satisfy fans of the novel, because it made so many compromises.

And did anybody actually watch HANNIBAL RISING?

Did you know Cox was offered Silence but didn't want to get type casted.

The first film was classic, one of the best, most quotable serial killer films of all time. "It puts the lotion in the basket." "Put the fucking lotion in the basket!"

Unfortunately, the other two or three or four movies (I lost count) have been absolute tripe, including Ridley Scott's "Hannibal." The facial ticks and sucking noises Anthony Hopkins made to ultra-creepy effect in "Silence of the Lambs" became the property of that film (or the studio), and therefore couldn't be used in the following films. Notice how Lechter is completely neutered, thus not scary in other films? Along with Julianne Moore not channeling Clarice Stark in any kind of compelling way, it's a huge reason the stories after "Silence of the Lambs" have been dud films.

Let the series die. Quietly, peacefully, without the Chianti.

Now I think of it, another movie I can't really remember that I know I watched is Deep Rising. All I really recall is that Famke Jannsen was hot and that it was goofy fun and by far Stephen Sommers' best film. So maybe that one counts...