In 1992, when I first saw this film it left me so unnerved that it was several days before I could get the images out of my mind. And it has been 15 years before I thought it might be worthwhile to see it again. I was no stranger to slash horror back then, but Silence really goes somewhere else entirely. Its as if you and Agent Starling peeked into a pit and suddenly found yourselves lost in the
of flirtatious whistles, laughter. Sam smiles,
silencing them with a wave of his hand.
Weve come to the halfway point in my
Cheers, applause. Sam waits for the kids to settle.
Come on. Beats study hall, doesnt it?
Boos as we FIND...
JIMMY LEACH, 18, grumge look, long hair. He sits with a clique
of white trashy types, or at least what passes for
of illuminated oxygen tents, pulsating softly in
the dark like cocoons of light.
Most were children under ten.
TRACK past tents. BODIES OF SMALL CHILDREN inside, wrapped
in white sheets, hooked up to IVs or breathing apparatus.
Skeletal hands, parched lips, glazed eyes.
BELLOWS of respirators push in and out, labored, failing.
IMAGE RESOLVES TO A VIDEO ON A SCREEN.
PULL BACK to rev
of a RAP SONG rattles the other drivers fillings
as a LOWRIDER with its stereo turned up to "11" cruises by.
INT. MERCEDES - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY
Even 500 watts of bass cannot penetrate the armored silence.
The Driver scans the road, wary but sensing no danger. He puts
on his blinker to take the 405 South exit.
EXT. SANTA MONICA FREEWAY - DAY
The van follows, now directly behind the Mercedes, in a
The noblemen and monks surround Reting as he steps out of
One man stands out here, a monk, a high lama in fact, with a
kind face and fantastic, mesmerizing eyes. He is the LAMA
Go to sleep, Lhamo.
Reting stares at the lake.
The water turns a light grey, and an image appears - obscure
at first, then becoming more solid. A vision.
He sees a house - a smal