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Watching this pointless, lumbering, and dispiritingly literal movie turn Hannibal Lecter into a franchise, what with the callbacks to Silence of the Lambs and the filling in of the backstory and the squeezing in of Anthony Hopkins wherever he'll fit (even if he doesn't), and the accompanying mixture of hatred and loathing and the sense that humans are too stupid to be allowed to exist on the Earth -- is this how haters of the Marvel Cinematic Universe feel? If so, you have my deepest, sincerest condolences.
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Hey girl. Sorry you're too young and too small to do anything about global warming, your poverty, your father's horrendous parenting style, your missing mom, your terrible schooling, your community's penchant for alcoholism and general unwindulaxing, and being inculcated with values that emphasize the masculine ("beast it") to the detriment of the feminine ("don't be a pussy"). Oh yeah, and your father dying.
But hey! You stood up to some imaginary monster pigs, so good for you.