I was eight months pregnant, huddled on my couch alone in a dark house, one hand hovering over the remote’s pause button, the other partially covering my eyes, wondering if “Buffalo Bill†was going to skin the teenage girl alive.
That was 25 years ago, but the vivid memory of watching “The Silence of the Lambs†returned when I read last month that the movie’s director, Jonathan Demme, had died. And I’ve been pondering the question of why I chose to watch a movie that I knew would scare the living daylights out of me.
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