this happens to be a rare case where I slightly prefer the movie over the book, and it’s because the latter definitely aged worse over time. the amount of fatphobic language and cultural references of its time never really let up, it was almost distracting 🥴

however, everything else about this hits the perfect mix of serial killer chills and thrills. I love how much hannibal indulges writing letters to his friends, and never in my life have I read a more TERRIFYING chapter in a book than the chapter describing a basement.