you know you have hit your lowest point of being low when you start procrastinating your showers
major turn offs
- timed missions
- manual save points
- chase sequences
I just want good eyebrows and maybe a new face
'Horns' Official Trailer
Good, still hyped for this.
Do I wanna see this for the plot or for Daniel Radcliffe doing an American accent?
Both. That accent and the badass plot.
a) how will you cut your nails
b) how will you remove it
c) Why would you do this
d) what made them decide 53 was the place to stop
Have you noticed that NBC’s Hannibal Lecter cooks everything in huge excess? Like, he’s literally hosting just Will and Alana for dinner, and he rolls out an entire roast pig with all the trimmings? Or it’s just him and Jack, but there’s like 10,000 calories in pricey perishables on the table?
Clearly, someone overshopped.
I don’t know if this is an intended character trait or a stylistic choice, but it hits on something that almost every emigrant to the West from USSR (and I’m sure tons of other countries around the world) can readily relate to: bone-deep food insecurity. Hannibal Lecter, who presumably made it out of USSR sometime in the late 70s-early 80s, seems to have never got over his original shock of facing a sudden over-abundance and variety of food in the West.
It sometimes takes emigrants years to un-learn instinctive food hoarding, and not everyone manages. This goes double for orphans, who tend to suffer from this compulsion even within Russia after they ‘graduate’ from the system and are able to plan their meals themselves. This behavior is especially noticeable with respect to meat, which was not sold very often in Soviet stores, and the cuts that were available were often, to put it mildly, substandard. (One popular joke went that Soviet pig farms probably slaughter their pigs with explosives, because the only things that made it to the stores were hooves.)
And let’s not forget fresh fruit. Let’s take bananas for example. If bananas appeared in a Soviet grocery store, which would happen once or twice every spring in a few grocery stores of Moscow and Leningrad, each customer was limited to one or two kilos. You would literally stand in line for half a day, 3 or 4 or 5 hours, to get five or ten rock-hard green bananas. And you would be over the moon with joy.
And so it’s very easy for me to imagine Lecter, even with all the privations of life in a state-run Soviet institution (a double-whammy of poor nutrition) decades behind him, *still* instinctively over-shopping for things that he never got to so much as sniff as a child: meat, fresh fruit, seafood, caviar - all the stuff he heaps on the table in such huge quantities for his friends.
Lecter might wear bespoke suits and drive a Bentley that costs more than most houses, but deep down in his bones, he’s still in ‘food crisis’ mode, terrified that all these pomegranates, caviar, and steak are only in the store through some kind of unexpected laxness or largesse on behalf of the ruling Party, and if he doesn’t buy as much as he can today, they’ll be gone from the store tomorrow, and he’ll be left with nothing.
Interesting thought. Brings back memories of visits to my relatives in Dresden back in the 80’s. I know that food supply in the GDR was considered above average compared to most other Eastern-bloc countries, but for me it was still outlandish to see the waiting lines in front of food stores and the empty shelves in the stores, and the turmoil breaking loose whenever there were pathetic-looking oranges or sour grapes or even carrots on sale. It felt strange and unreal.
So yes, I can totally see your point. That would explain a whole lot.
I hope that whatever backstory they come up for Hannibal, they keep him a Soviet orphan. Like, SO much of this Lecter makes sense in that context of someone rebelling against the Soviet system even years after getting out of it. The hyper-proper always-formal outfits; the somewhat yearning, somewhat cynical fixation on God and religion; the pointedly refined manners; the slightly OCD need for perfect crispness and cleanliness; the abhorrence of rude people, especially those in minor positions of authority… It’s like he’s an empowerment fantasy written by Soviet intelligentsia dissidents!
(Seriously, he’s like Phil Vecherovsky, just more… confrontational? Phil was also vaguely alien/robotic, hyper-refined, and thoroughly in control of himself and the world around him… Strugatsky readers, back me up on this.)