What about something like Silence of the Lambs? That book and movie really bothered me in a thrilling way.
Most disturbing indeed.
Red Dragon remains (so far) the only book that made me jump with shock.
The books are disturbing and violent whereas in the films Anthony Hopkins' acting made the character far more — can I say it — sympathetic. In the books he remains a horrifically vile creature.
I've never read Red Dragon, but I do have a question about the films based on it. As you may or may not know, there are two: Manhunter (1986) directed by Michael Mann, and Red Dragon (2002) directed by Brett Ratner.
I've seen both several times, and as far as films go I very much prefer Manhunter. Tom Noonan as Francis Dolarhyde just creeps me out much more than Ralph Fiennes, and if all else was equal then just for the sequence with Iron Butterfly's In A Gadda Da Vida the edge would go to Manhunter. Fair warning, don't google that if you haven't seen the film.
But my question for those who have read the book and seen the films would be which is more faithful to the book? I realize that they are pretty similar overall, but are there that many differences between the films and the source material?
No spoilers from me, but the bit that gave me the fright in the book is missing from the
Manhunter film… So I would say the
Red Dragon adaptation is the closest to the novel.
I've read the both Silence of the Lambs, and Red Dragon, and I have seen the movie of Silence of the Lambs.
Actually, I read Hannibal, as well.
Obviously, Jodie Foster (who was brilliant as Starling) and Anthony Hopkins (as Lecter) were superb in their respective roles in the Silence of the Lambs.
To answer
@Huntn's question, I saw the movie, thought it well cast and well made, (clever, too), but didn't actually like it.
Moreover, I don't actually like the writing (or books) of Thomas Harris. At all.
Under the guise or mask of trying to work out (even attempting to argue that he is doing so scientifically, and dispassionately) what goes on in the mind of a certain type of serial killer, he takes far too great an interest in, an almost lascivious pleasure in - and seems to thoroughly enjoy penning - his detailed descriptions of the dismemberment, torture, humiliation and violent death of women. Actually, I am of the opinion that Harris enjoys this aspect of his own writing far too much.
And, I think - and here I am with
@arkitect - he gives far too much leeway to the character of Lecter, (superbly played by Hopkins, who does give the character a disturbing and compelling three dimensional depth), whom, it is clear, he grows to like and empathise with and explain more and more as the books progress.
But, but, but, Lecter is an exceptionally educated, articulate, and self aware man, a polyglot and connoisseur of culture; yet, however much trauma he suffered as a child, he chooses to behave as he does (or did, Harris does attempt some degree of justification and redemption). Culture - while making a character a lot more attractive to my mind, does not excuse mass murder, least of all sadistic mass murder.
Come on: Reinhard Heydrich was a first class violinist - more than good enough to have been a professional from what I have read, and played the violin exquisitely at private parties as a member of a string quartet. That doesn't excuse or justify or allow what he did.
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@Scepticalscribe
The Lupin books are great. Charming strings of pearls and packets of diamonds out of bedrooms… Arsène Lupin is one of those ambiguous characters I love. I'm always partial to a bit of ambiguity.
Like Holmes, Lupin outgrew his fictional life with fact and fiction becoming blurred. The best kind of fictional character.
They are also both fortunate in having had two excellent actors portraying them on television — George Descrieres for Lupin and Jeremy Brett as Holmes.
Mid 70s there was also a French television series,
Les brigades du Tigre about the first police to use motorcars. Alas, I am probably remembering this through rose tinted glasses.
Now, this is much more to my taste; elegance, and style, use of one's mind rather than invoking threats, crude violence and taking obscene pleasure in inflicting pain and humiliation on others.
Yes, agreed, Lupin, I loved, - (I also loved Psmith, but that is another story).