Maggie hesitated for a few seconds before reaching out and taking the papers. "I've only seen the movies. And, well," she amended, "Only Silence of the Lambs more than once. It was a frequent request on movie night." She smiled a little wistfully. If her hangout buddies could see her now. "Good camera work, great performances."
She shrugged. "I don't think it's all about the good vs. evil caricatures with those movies. It's kind of a cultural barometer, when you think about it. Silence was all about trying to reason with something or someone you can't quite reach. That's another reason I liked it, actually. Look at the other movies that came out right around that time: Jacob's Ladder was all about the pain of self-enlightenment, and Arachnophobia was essentially a treatise on the fear that living in the suburbs will eat you up from the inside." Maggie waved the prescriptions like a lecturer's baton as she talked, clearly warming up to the subject and forgetting exactly who she was talking to. "And a good horror movie is the pressure release valve on that fear, so the audience can come out of it thinking, 'wow, I'm so glad that will never happen to me!'"
She stopped then, clearing her throat and gathering her jacket and scarf. "Of course, that's just the interpretation I follow. It's not a very popular one any more."