Went to the UK Premiere of Red Dragon last night and was surprised to find it better than Silence of the Lambs and far beyond the, frankly rubbish, Hannibal. Top acting by one of the only good yank actors, Teddy Norton, and, despite suspending disbelief a wee bit too far when we were meant to believe Sir Tony Hopkins was ten years younger than he was, um, even ten years ago, the film is cooler than a butcher's deep-freeze. Despite a few ropey script moments, usually delivered by Harvey 'Buckfast' Keitel, this one is deffo something to take the missus to to be guaranteed a nice little fondle afterwards. Unless you're keeper and have a bird who hates everything that's any good. Which is, presumably, why she's ended up with him. Her parents must be suicidal.
They should be.
They should be.
