Watched Red Dragon (2002) today -- I saw it once years ago but remembered little aside from that I wasn't fond of it. I basically blame Brett Ratner (the director) for this. He does manage a half-okay thriller out of Harris' book but it has none of the resonance of the film that drove this remake (Manhunter by Michael Mann was shot in the mid-80's) -- one of the best movies ever made, 1991's "The Silence of the Lambs" that then drove all these further Hannibal Lecter movies.
Maybe one can claim it is unfair to compare Red Dragon (which in the book series occurs before TSotL) to that Oscar-winning film, but Ratner pretty much demands that comparison by trying to capitalize off it with castings like Anthony Hopkins as Lecter and Anthony Heald as Chilton (and some of the minor characters as well), despite the fact they look ten or more years older in this film. Ted Tally even drafts the screenplay. "Why don't we remake Red Dragon, but with Hopkins as Lecter, since he is now synonymous with the character?" you can hear the execs saying. Welp, this is what happens when you let a music video guy with little nuance direct a book that thrives off a slow burn and psychological implications.
Ratner's approach is best described by the Dolarhyde house explosion near the film's end. Oddly enough, the house also explodes (rather than just burns) in the book as well, but the issue here is that Thomas Harris is notorious for writing sensational plot moments into these books and making them work because of his beautiful and suggestive prose that transforms the descriptions into art. (In Hannibal, he introduces electric eels and flesh-eating pigs and somehow gets away with it.) But if you translate it literally to the screen, you just get a bombastic ridiculous mess; his house explosion here is utterly hilarious and overwrought, strung out by Danny Elfman's overly bombastic and frenetic scoring.
Despite such a remarkable cast, there is so much in this version of Red Dragon that is totally inert on the screen, and it boils down to a few things: (1) uninspired direction with dialogue and camera shots, (2) taking everything on the nose, rather than being more suggestive or surreal, (3) the rushed pacing, and (4) lack of real investment in the characters. We never really get inside Dolarhyde's head, Will Graham is just one-dimensional, Hopkins just feels like a second-rate copy of the version from 1991, Harvey Keitel's Crawford is generic Keitel and of course plays very differently than Glenn's version. The cast is not really to blame, it's really a result of inadequate direction and the rushed pace and surface-level content. This version of the story might have been shot for MTV.
There are occasionally a few moments of power, where the scenes go back to basics by doing zooms and tilts on character's faces, bringing us more into their perspectives. Freddy Lounds meeting the Dragon and later the scratchy tape recording of his obeisance. Reba touching the tiger. It's hard to predict when a good moment will occur. Ralph Fiennes acts his heart out in a few scenes and actually almost becomes transcendent in the attic sequence as he argues over Reba with the Dragon, but it's impossible for him to really shine when we're only hearing half of the conversation. Much of the time Dolarhyde feels smaller than he should, and simply detached or crazy. We really (like Will) needed to be inside his head to really get the gist of what was going on.
This is really a film that would benefit not from a Mann or Ratner approach, but something more mystical and surreal, in a way that not even Silence of the Lambs needed. There, at least Jonathan Demme was more concerned about the characters than about necessarily the murders, which are handled more as collateral damage and we see the remains of the crimes as if we were forensic scientists at best (rather than glamorized violence) or the relatives experiencing lingering sadness surrounding their loss. That script focuses on a lost girl trying to succeed in a man's world and a man who looks civilized but is at heart a savage monster and how they still manage to connect through some kind of awareness and honesty between them -- there is an authentic connection despite Lecter's pervasive taint. (I am reminded faintly of the bond between Katniss Everdeen and President Coriolanus Snow, who tells her that regardless of what happens between them and being enemies, he has promised to never lie to her, nor does he.)
But we never really get that much here, it's just one plot point to the next, no pacing, no real depth of character involved. (Ironically, the Hannibal TV show from 2013-2015 took advantage of the weakness inherent in this film to double-down on surreal and psychological depth to the exclusion of fast-paced action and really develop these characters using new casting, and was far better for it.)
Again, it's kind of insane that this film could assemble a cast of such renown, along with a award winning composer + screenwriter, and still only achieve an average product all the director's vision and skill was only average. I found this film disappointing.