Anthony Hopkins' autobiography mixes vulnerability with bloody mindedness

It's the greatest entrance in movie history and he doesn't move a muscle.

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FBI rookie Clarice Starling must walk along the row of cells until she reaches Dr Lecter's reinforced glass tank, where the man himself is simply standing, his face a living skull of satanic malice, eerily immobile in his prison jumpsuit-immobile, that is, until such time as he launches himself against the glass, making that extraordinary hissing-slavering sound.