Doug Dillaman’s review published on Letterboxd :
"We don't invent our natures."
Wasn't particularly grooving on the first twenty minutes. Hit pause, cleaned plates, returned to the first Lecter (or Lecktor) scene and from them on this fucker had me by the scruff of the neck. (Even though I would contend there is literally zero chance of any contemporary movie featuring this final scene and not being mocked by Film Twitter.)