Anthony Hopkins
Edward Norton
Ralph Fiennes
Harvey Keitel
Philip Seymour Hoffman
Emily Watson
Mary-Louise Parker
directed by
Brett Ratner
Familiarity breeds contempt. At least it does the fourth time
around.
Red Dragon, the fourth, and I pray last, motion picture to feature
Dr. Hannibal Lecter, is a competently made thriller that should scare the
pants off many a viewer...providing that you haven't seen the previous three
films nor read any of Thomas Harris' novels. Otherwise, you may experience
two feelings other than thrills and chills: déjà vu and boredom.
The film opens with FBI agent Will Graham (Edward Norton) capturing Dr.
Hannibal Lecter (Anthony Hopkins) at his home in 1980. The arrest nearly
claims Graham's life, resulting in his "early retirement" from the bureau.
Years later, after the murders of two families, Graham reluctantly agrees to
come back to the FBI and assist in the case. Graham soon realizes that the
best way to catch this killer, the Tooth Fairy a.k.a. Francis Dollarhyde
(Ralph Fiennes), is to find a way to get inside the killer's mind. In order
to achieve that, Graham would have to probe the mind of another killer who
is equally as brilliant and twisted. Take a wild guess as to who that is.
To their credit, director Ratner and screenwriter Ted Tally, who also
penned the script for Silence Of the Lambs, are quite faithful to
their literary source. Yet, the film never manages to come to life the way
that Lambs, Manhunter or even Hannibal (which I think
is much better than this film) did. Ratner and Tally are so keen on making
Red Dragon a clone of Lambs that they fail to establish any
sort of individual identity for their film. The directing is competent
(something I couldn't say about Ratner's previous "work"), but
underwhelming. That all-important atmosphere of danger, suspense and horror
is never established. Danny Elfman's overbearing, weak orchestral score
doesn't help matters any in the least.
I enjoyed Hopkins in both Lambs and Hannibal, but his
performance here is pretty damn weak as are Harvey Keitel (as FBI agent Jack
Crawford) and Mary Louise Parker (as Graham's wife)'s. They seem bored,
phoning in their performances from wherever they were counting their
paychecks. On the other hand, Norton, Fiennes and Emily Watson as Reba,
Dollarhyde's blind love interest, are quite good. They all bring conviction
and believability to their roles, especially Fiennes who is no stranger to
playing human monsters (Schindler's List).
I would like to suggest a plot idea for the fifth Hannibal Lecter film
(c'mon, you know it's going to happen): have Hannibal devour himself for
dinner. That way we can be guaranteed that the series would mercifully come
to an end.