Mischa and Hannibal, baby brother and sister, are inseparable; it is their love for each other that ties their bond. Their companionship is forever binding, until, with their family, while hiding from the Nazi war machine a twisted set of circumstance sets the pace for a most vicious attack on the future of one Hannibal Lecter for the sworn vengeance for the brutal killing of his baby sister. Years later, we find Hannibal, the teenager, setting up in Paris, and living with his aunt Lady Murasaki Shikibu and studying at medical school here he finds his forte. Still searching for his sister's murderers, still bitter and still ever hopeful of satisfying his desire for retribution. This chance arrives, and soon we are to learn that for a pound of flesh lost a pound of flesh must be repaid. This is the horrific tale of justice and honor, a young man's growing pains that will have the guilty paying with more than just flesh and bone. This is the up and rising tale of the young Hannibal, ... Written by
Near the end of the movie, when the Inspector confronts Hannibal at school and escorts him to the police station, he arrives in a different shirt and hairstyle. He goes from the police station to his aunt's apartment and is seen in yet another outfit and hairstyle; he then returns to school and is back in his original sweater and hair. See more »
This has to be one of the single worst movies I have ever forced myself to watch in my lifetime. I only watched it for a girl I liked at the time, and even as obsessed with her as I was, I couldn't force myself to like this.
The entire movie is a cliché inside of a cliché. You think you've seen cliché movies before, right? Disturbia, 30 Days of Night, The Mist, The Decent. You know the list. But this movie makes all those movies look like the height of originality. It basically takes everything the History Channel has to say about the most average, lame, predictable serial killer alive and dumbs it down into a movie script.
In other words, you've seen this movie before if you're over the age of 9 and have any idea about generic serial killers in children's books.
Hannibal himself looks like a prettyboy. Wait! An emo prettyboy who is too much of a pansy to get over his "traumatic" (but not graphic) events of his childhood, which is yet another cliché.
I'd also like to know why on earth this was rated R. There is nothing more graphic in this movie than you could see on your standard TV show. I was so insanely bored with it I was about to punch out the TV.
I've seen bad movies. This isn't a bad movie: it's a training video for hell.
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