I think that the greatness of this movie is often lost in the minds of the public--lost amidst the thrills and chills, or the countless "Greatest Villains of All Time" hype about Hannibal Lecter and the concomitant overemphasis of the fava beans bit and the gag at the movie's end. But this is a real horror movie, about real horror. It's scary and haunting and so, so sad, all ruined towns and wasted lives and regret. That's what I realized when I watched it over and over again--I think it makes us scream so that we don't end up crying.