Wouldn’t it be neat if the FBI actually did things?
When’s the last time the FBI actually caught a criminal?
A real criminal.
They had a lovely chance to save America.
By investigating 9/11.
And so we have been investigating the investigators.
I was wrong about Twin Peaks.
Because you have to add to the propagandistic litany The X-Files.
And finally this hulking slab of mind control.
Lies can be so beautiful.
Perhaps…once upon a time…the FBI did something.
After Hoover…and before OKC.
A small window.
But let me pause for a minute and admit.
That I love this film.
It is one of the few true masterpieces of American cinema.
It stands shoulder-to-shoulder with Rosemary’s Baby.
The only real heirs to the legacy of Hitchcock.
1991. 1991. Nineteen-ninety-one.
Does America have any honor left?
Do American troops read books?
Do military officers ever avoid the most grave corruption?
Where is the genius to save our country?
What can we learn from serial killers?
Which animals are the most clever?
At the bottom and into the middle are good men and women.
Like Clarice Starling.
Mozart’s pet bird.
My intellect is miniscule.
Our computers would have picked it up.
How far can you push an old body.
How much fear can you handle?
How much panic can be breathed!
Such genius to personify.
The pathetic fallacy. They all fawn.
But it is rather reverse reification.
The way of no way.
Swing hovering to deal with ambush predators.
That’s a quote.
When life mattered.
Isolation savors detail.
Real, not fake.
Hans Selye will never know.
Everything you need to know is here.
Two acting masterpieces.
And Anthony Hopkins.
Once in a lifetime.
The auteurist glue? Jonathan Demme.
What kind of game is this?
It is the biggest test.