Lets be the Film Silence of the Lambs

Let's not, please.

Everyone FF this troll, he is relentless.

I'm Michelle Pfeiffer, still bitter about turning down this movie.

I'm fava beans.

I'm the length of bone when Jane Gumb sees himself in the mirror.

[quote]Let's not, please. Everyone FF this troll, he is relentless.

Why do some of the Marys round here think just one person posts Let's Be threads?

I'm the cum dripping down Starling's face.

I'm "Goodbye Horses" by Q Lazzarus.

I'm the lip sucking Hannibal does after he mentions R3 and a nice chianti.

I'm the privacy screen....

I'm Fosters dyed brown hair in the film.

I'm Hannibals drawings in his cell.

I'm the line "Get me out of here, you fucking bitch!"

I'm the missing apostrophe in "Let's".

I'm Jodie's second Oscar. Suck it, Sarandon.

I'm Clarices roommate at Quantico. I think I was in The Craft too, or maybe it was a chick who looked a lot like me.

I'm the jar in the car in the storage area.

I'm the cell on Plum Island.

I'm Chris Isaac inspecting the elevator car.

I'm Frederica Bimmel. the fat girl victim with the nude selfies hidden in her room.

I'm the doomed, yet apparently tasty, Census taker.

I'm [italic]Beauty and the Beast[/italic], the movie that would have won Best Picture if this one had been made in any other year.

I'm the Senator's nipples.

[quote] I'm Michelle Pfeiffer, still bitter about turning down this movie.

I'm [italic]Frankie & Johnny[/italic], the movie she made instead. Ka-THUD!

I'm the Death's Head moth that tips off Clarice.

I am Tom Petty's "American Girl" playing while Catherine Martin drives to her doom. I underscore her last moments of freedom.

I'm the unused film shot when it was deemed the film needed to be darker.

I'm the study white male cadet who is both impressed and intimidated by Clarise's talents.

I am the confusing last 10 minutes when it isn't clear where Clarise is or how she knew to go there.

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R29/R30, I'm giving serious thought to eating your wife.

I'm the ugly cross-eyed bug doctor at the museum flirting with Agt. Starling.

I'm the Katharine Hepburn accent that Anthony Hopkin adopts for Hannibal. I'm presumably the residue of, or payback for, some long-ago trauma on the set of _A Lion in Winter_.

I'm Frederica Bimmel, former chubby friend of Jame.

I'm about a size fourteen.

R34, are you also R19? Your anagrams are showing as is your fat.

R32 I'm the cheeseburgers and beer, or the amusing house wine .

I'm first principles.

I'm a tropical vacation that's going to be interrupted

I'm Clarice Starling's cunt. Multiple Miggs can smell me while Dr. Lecter cannot.

[quote]I'm the line "Get me out of here, you fucking bitch!"—Catherine Martin, ungrateful/traumatized Senator's daughter

That's the only line I remember. SURE you'd say that to your rescuer.

Dumb movie.

I'm Precious, the incongruously adorable little dog lured to her doom while my master preens in front of the mirror.

I'm Clarice as a child, creepy and not looking like Foster at the same age.

I'm Buffalo Bill's hidden dick.

I'm the telltale torn fingernails of prior victims lodged into the walls of that pit.

You can try to claw your way out, but it will all be for naught.

I'm Anthony Hopkins, I only had about 15 minutes of screen time yet I totally stole the movie and won an oscar for it.

r46m beat me to it.

I'm the idiot cop who managed to let Hannibal escape. My friend is bludgeoned to death while I get my face chewed off. Horror movies sure do love idiot cops.

I'm Kasi Lemmons. I should have had a much bigger career.

I'm Baltimore. I can be quite a fun town.

I'm the god like omniscience of Hannibal Lecter. It would all be absurd if the acting wasn't so dam good.

I’m Catherine’s 1980s jeep, with a shitty, tinny, trebly sound system blaring Tom Petty

I'm Buffalo Bill's manly voice when angry. Its epic and was stolen by Bane in Dark Knight.

I'm a big fat person.

I'm Senator Martin's suit.

I'm the smell of blue working class one generation removed from poor white trash.

I'm the stink of the lamp.

I'm nail biting suspense, genuine fright, and fine filmmaking. Torture porn and 'Saw' could learn something from me.

I'm Senator Martin. I just want the best of everything for my daughter, including not being skinned alive.

I'm the six or so tall men in the elevator who make Starling look so, so tiny.

I’m the Duomo, as seen from the Belvedere.

I missed this movie- is it any good?

I'm toaster giveaways and Barry manilow on the speakers all day.

I'm the phrase " Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation out of the mines Officer Starling. ", I have been quoted on datalounge various times.

I’m UVA and that throwaway line really inflated my sense of importance.

I'm Barney's ceaseless kindness and understanding directed at these crazy white people.

I'm the spring lamb that was too heavy for Clarice to save, which caused her to be sent to an orphanage.

[quote] I'm Barney's ceaseless kindness and understanding directed at these crazy white people.

I'm the Lecter memorabilia Barney sells in "Hannibal" that makes him quite wealthy and which explains his kindness and understanding. Ka-Ching.

[quote] I'm the phrase " Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation out of the mines Officer Starling. ", I have been quoted on datalounge various times.

I'm the phrase as quoted from the film: "Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you Agent Starling?" I've been quoted on Datalounge various times.

I'm the pen that Dr. Chilton left that somehow Dr. Lecter managed to use to escape. How? We don't have any idea...they glossed over that.

I'm Jack Crawford as he imagines scenarios, exchanges, fucking Starling.

Frankly, R71, you're something Miggs would say.

I think it's quite clear, r70. Lecter dissembled the pen, took out the little steel spring that enables the clicking mechanism, straightened it out and then used it to pop his handcuffs.

R3773, are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself?

I'm Sergeant Tate's wackadoo mustache.

You're not sure if I make him [actor Danny Darst] less fuckable or more fuckable.

I'm the 80s Madonna poster on Frederika Bimmel's bedroom wall.

I'm Madonna and I passed on the role of Clarise.

I'm that gross white junk they rubbed under their noses before the autopsy.

I'm the big, brown eyes on the young Clarice that break continuity with Jodie's ice blue sparklers.

I'm the glitter nail polish, looking "like town" to Clarice.

I'm Brian Cox, I played Hannibal before it was cool.

I'm Jack Palance's Oscar. I wouldn't exist had Orion Pictures campaigned Hopkins in the Supporting category like they should have.

r73, quite the imagination you have. Dr. Lecter was in a straight jacket when he was with the pen and later they only showed a metal piece of the pen, possibly the ink cartridge. How did he get the pen and open it, free the piece, all while bound? Sorry folks, big hole in the story.

How did Dr. Lechter know there was a body in the storage locker?

I'm Clarice's Pinto car that she leans against, crying as Miggs' cum hardens on her face.

I'm the Evyan skin cream that Clarice usually wore. But not that day.

I'm Clarice's cheap shoes.

r82, Lack of screen time aside, Hannibal is such a riveting force throughout the film it deserved to be in the Leading actor category.

I’m the doctor warden, joining Dr. Lecter for dinner.

i'm Clarice's black lady friend. I'm in one domestic scene with her, she's wearing a bathrobe. So you just know Clarice's a lesbian but it can't be said out loud.

I'm the unused L'Air du Temps Clarice left on her dresser the day she went to meet Hannibal for the first time.

R83, the implication is that stupid Chilton left it in Lecter's cell. Which is made clear later when in the scene with Senator Martin Chilton can't find his pen.

Really dear, must everything be dumbed down for you?

I’m the awful waste of space

I'm the unnecessarily annoyingly LOUD doorbell shrieking from the Gumb residence

I'm the disco ball and mannequins in Jame Gumb's "sewing room".

I'm the slab on which Catherine Martin's body will be placed after she's dead. When that happens Senator Martin will be tickled, but where?

I am toughened nipples

R97 see R22

[quote]I'm that gross white junk they rubbed under their noses before the autopsy.

It's Vicks Vap-o-Rub.

I'm the murdered policeman's corpse, eviscerated and hanging a ridiculously high distance off the ground, pinned to the bars of the prison cell with arms outstretched like a butterfly's wings. Lecter has somehow managed to do this before escaping without being detected. And people thought this movie was a realistic depiction of the FBI and serial killers!

r98, they didn't specify toughened. I like mime better.

I really just didn't see it and am making excuses.

I'm the glitter in the eye and the low survival growl in the voice of Katherine as she delivers her best line:

"Don't you MAKE me hurt yer dog."

I'm Lecter's pulse. I never got above 85, even when he ate the nurse's tongue in 1981.

I'm the bad joke from Kansas City homicide: This one likes to skin his humps.

I'm a music box ballerina.

I'm Thomas Harris' homophobia. He had an increasingly hard time hiding me when he wrote the sequel.

I'm Stevie Nicks in my Stand Back video, and I look "hauntingly familiar" to the eviscerated murdered butterfly cop display...

I'm the second Oscar she won for the wooden acting in this overrated schlock sitting on her mantle.

She didn't deserve me EITHER!

I'm Fredrica Bimmel. By contemporary standards, I'm not even all that big.

I'm a lesbian killing a transcultist. If only life could imitate art.

I'm the bankruptcy of Orion Pictures that kept Jodie from having to compete for an Oscar with Jessica Lange in [italic]Blue Sky[/italic], since it wasn't released until 1994 after they emerged from bankruptcy. They also held back Martin Short's role as an obnoxious 10-year-old boy in [italic]Clifford[/italic] for that reason, but no one ever believed that was an Oscar contender at any point in its making.

There are too many Frederica Bimmels on this thread. I've deduced the false ones and will soon delight in your reward. Tick tock.

(Slurp)

I'm the cross eyed entomologist who has the hots for Miss Starling but who looks like he himself could be a serial killer.

R113, meet R32.

I'm Noble Pilcher, the cross-eyed bug guy. I have a weird name; Thomas Harris likes weird names (Fredrica Bimmel, Ardelia Mapp, Jame Gumb). I'm described in the novel as having "a long friendly face, but his black eyes were a little witchy and too close together and one of them had a slight cast that made it catch the light independently." I'm immediately hot for Starling (every guy who meets her is; she's apparently gorgeous) and tell her "Officer Starling, I'd like to get to know you." She says she'll call and I pant "you definitely should, absolutely, I'd like that." After she vanquishes Jame Gumb I invite her to me and my sister's place on the Chesapeake, a big old dump with "as many rooms as anybody might need" and lots of dogs to keep you warm at night. At the novel's end, Starling is sleeping sweetly "in the silence of the lambs" and the mounds under her covers may be some of the dogs...or me. Yep, she might actually be sleeping with me, the cross eyed bug doctor. Imagine that.

R115...my mind is now fucked....and blown. Thank you good sir.

I'm things you covet. Do you seek me out?

I'm the old bag making decomposition soup in the bathtub, and one the reasons you snagged a role in this epic, R78.

I'm the piece of wood that symbolizes Jodie Foster's acting in this film and just about every other movie she has been in.

I'm Sergeant Tate and this is Jim Pembry. Now talk to him, dammit!

I'm Foster's lousy accent that would taken some viewers completely out of the film if not for other elements retaining their interest.

I'm lamb chops, extra rare.

I'm Buffalo Bill's dump sites. Don't I seem desperately random, like the exaggerations of a bad liar?

Ta

I like, R120.

I'm Jeremy Irons, Robert De Niro, Robert Duvall, Gene Hackman, John Hurt and Mickey Rourke, I was considered to play Hannibal but turned it down.

[quote] I'm Foster's lousy accent that would taken some viewers completely out of the film if not for other elements retaining their interest.

You don't know how many people I have met over the years who actually talk like that.

I too found Foster's pronounced hillbilly accent grating. It was like nails on a blackboard.

[quote] It was like nails on a blackboard.

Well then she did it perfectly, you cornpone pussy.

I'm a well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste.

I'm the hisdden tape recorder under the chair capturing Hannibal and Clarice's conversations..

I'm the "about a size 14."

I'm a good bag!

And I'm cheap shoes!

I am the three major centers for transsexual surgery: Johns Hopkins, the University of Minnesota, and the Columbus Medical Center.

I'm a transsexual. According to Clarice Starling, I'm very passive!

I am Benjamin Raspail, a garden-variety manic-depressive. I am tedious, very tedious.

The movie will imply that Jame Gumb killed me, but the book will make clear that I was horribly killed by Dr. Lecter.

I’m Baltimore and I’m quite a fun town.

I’m the garden variety manic depressive. I’m tedious, very tedious.

I’m Dr. Lector and I escaped. I won’t go after Clarice, because I consider that rude.

I’m celebratory FBI cake, with white frosting. I’m sliced into wedges and doled out to the new special agents.

I'm obviously a lesbian but that is never acknowledged in this movie

I'm the missing letter "s" in Jame Gumb's name.

Dr Lecter didn't pursue Clarice because he thought that would be rude. He said he thought the world was more interesting with her in it!

I'm Clarice's hair that suddenly gets darker and freshly washed after I leave Lecter in the asylum.

I’m those tedious, sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars...

I'm senator Ruth Marting's tickling nipples.

^^ Martin

I'm Ardelia, the token black chick. Not once did I say "Gurllll", "Miss Thibg" or "Honey Child" I did however, give a vital clue to Clarice

But what I really want to do is direct...