I bought a new watch on Tuesday night. I turned it to the outside of my wrist so it wouldn't get as beat up as my other watches. Five minutes later I raked it along a wall as I was scurrying out of the theatre. It's back on the inside now.
Tell me there are people out there who were as mind-bogglingly blown away by Hannibal as I was. So. Visceral. I've never had an adrenaline rush in my life like I did watching the ending scene. Granted, there were parts of it that I was less than impressed with, but any flaws were quickly swept under by me sheer emotional reaction to the picture. So far, everyone hates it but me.