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Flesh for Fantasy

Dreamy Red Dragon completes the Hannibal boxed set

The not-so-great American pastime of serial killing has splattered pop culture in recent years, but from the biopics of America's Most Unwanted to the nervy theatricality of Anthony Perkins, Kevin Spacey or even David Byrne (whose Talking Heads song "Psycho Killer" says it all), only one legend stands definitive: that of Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter. Within the performance of that other eerie Anthony -- Hopkins -- lies a ghastly assurance that all shall be unwell. Nasty, effete Dr. Lecter is smarter than you, and if he doesn't like you, he'll eat you. What could be worse?

Then again -- in producer-think -- what could be better? Ultimately, the game is all about the DVD boxed set, so now, following Jonathan Demme's superb Silence of the Lambs and Ridley Scott's ambitious but muddled Hannibal, comes the darkly dreamy Red Dragon, prequel to both and all-around temporal wig-out. Eleven years after Silence, Hopkins returns (sans discernible "digital face-lift" suggested by early rumors, or nice work if it's there) to play Lecter before FBI agent Clarice Starling stepped into the gristle. And yet somehow -- possibly because Thomas Harris's 1981 novel is craftily adapted by Silence's screenwriter, Ted Tally -- this heavily Demme-inspired adaptation by crowd-pleaser Brett Ratner (the Rush Hour movies) makes said boxed set seem less tacky and actually kind of cool.

"But wait!" clamor the fervid fan-boys of director Michael Mann. "What about Manhunter, the real adaptation of Red Dragon?"

Hello, Clarice, er, Will: Anthony Hopkins goes back in time to reprise his role as Hannibal.
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Hello, Clarice, er, Will: Anthony Hopkins goes back in time to reprise his role as Hannibal.

Oh, shush. We'll get to it. Calm down or I'll make fun of Heat.

Red Dragon opens in Baltimore, circa 1980, where we meet -- with knowing titters -- eminent psychologist and brutal music critic Hannibal Lecter (Hopkins in hair dye). Following an upper-crusty dinner party, he is visited by sensitive young detective Will Graham (Edward Norton), who has been conferring with the doctor regarding the dreaded Chesapeake Ripper, and is on the brink of fingering the butcher. Thing is, Lecter is on intimate terms with Graham's flesh-fancying quarry, so there's an ugly scuffle and we find ourselves in the midst of post-prologue opening titles, which feature a serial-killer scrapbook any goth would covet, flipped to the sound of one of Danny Elfman's most enthusiastic scores in years.

So off we go into the haunted house, and the ride is sleek, tinged with dark humor and robust to the eye, clearly a bid to romance us back into Hannibal's world. It works. Via the montage of newspaper clippings, we learn that Hannibal is behind bars while the perilously empathetic Graham has nearly gone crackers. Still, catching up with the latter in his quiet, curiously underpopulated Florida neighborhood, FBI honcho Jack Crawford (Harvey Keitel admirably standing in for a younger Scott Glenn) needs Graham's unique gifts of instinct for a new case. So far a lunatic has slaughtered two young families, one in Atlanta, one in Birmingham, both during the most recent full moons. With three weeks and change till the next one, Crawford prevails upon Graham's compassion to roust him from early retirement.

Fortunately, even though this story may be overly familiar to many, Norton is magnetic as Graham, a character for which his nigh-to-cracking voice and struggle of will over vulnerability are well suited. Forensic flapdoodle is presented on a need-to-know basis as Graham promises his wife, Molly (Mary-Louise Parker), and son, Josh (Tyler Patrick Jones), that he'll be careful this time. Yeah, sure. As he visits the crime scenes -- picking up clues such as talcum powder that'll make local cops seem stupid and the audience feel smart -- Graham gets into the mind of the killer, again, and the hunt is on.

Obviously, the role of Hannibal is a bit limited here because of his confinement in the absurdly medieval dungeon (reconstructed from Silence) where he's kept by uppity psychologist Frederick Chilton (Anthony Heald, reprising his role), who the bad doctor says "fumbles at your head like a freshman pulling at a panty girdle." But Hopkins's scenes perfectly showcase the character and he vamps with brio, especially when Graham comes to call, seeking the criminal's perspective. The new killer -- whom tabloid punk-ass Freddy Lounds (Philip Seymour Hoffman, ideal) of The Tattler takes to calling The Tooth Fairy for the nasty bite marks he's leaving behind -- is proving quite elusive.

As promised, we can distinguish gritty Manhunter from the more fanciful Red Dragon in many ways. Stylistically, Mann's 1986 movie looks and feels like Miami Vice, whereas Red Dragon is lush throughout, from the Oscar-nommed thoroughbred cast to the gloriously dilapidated antebellum mansion of the killer, who thinks he's a dragon but is actually just Ralph Fiennes in his most creepily comfortable role since Schindler's List. It's with him -- it's his sad story, not Hannibal's -- that the movie hits its stride, and although his monster is seemingly less monstrous than Tom Noonan's previous portrayal, Fiennes brings to the role a fetishistic luridness that will linger in moviegoers' soft gray tissue.

But Ratner's vision, though impressive, is imperfect. He seems confused about where to amplify suspense, and -- unlike Mann -- he does not fully exploit the tension between Graham and his boss and son. Thankfully, Emily Watson comes to his rescue with her spot-on portrayal of the killer's blind girlfriend. She's a rich character who mishears "first date" as "fellate" and fondles tiger scrota; her rich performance works wonders in the absence of Jodie Foster. Now, if only they could remake Hannibal with the right actress before they assemble that boxed set.

 
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