I had some extensive thoughts about Hannibal tonight while I was driving to work in the car, but I have very limited time to barf them out, so forgive grammar, spelling and general nonsense–but this is going to happen when it comes to Hannibal in general.
So there are two entertainments that will get me to put everything else aside to watch: drag queens and serial killers. There are very few shows highlighting drag queens, so that’s, you know, reduced to one, but with serial killers, there are tens of shows out there so I can afford to be pretty choosy.
The mother of all serial killers, though, is the dandy Hannibal Lecter. Now, we all agree that the definitive man on the scene for Lecter is Anthony Hopkins, but I’ll be honest, I’m looking forward to Mads’s interpretation. Not to mention my legendary (okay it’s a legend in my mind) love of Hugh Dancy, who promises to be interesting in this role. Bryan Fuller has proven to be an interesting writer/show runner, and Laurence Fishburne, yum. It has all of the elements of awesome entertainment and yet…I worry.
I don’t worry for me. I mean, this is Hannibal like momma used to make, all to my personal tastes. What I worry about is its longevity. See, for me, the seduction of criminal profile Will Graham by Hannibal Lecter is, you know, why I’m here. How male on male seduction even with the promise of gore goes over with the midwest reminds me of the second installment of the “A Nightmare on Elm Street” series.
See, it was kinda gay. I don’t mean that in a slang sort of way, I mean, it was overtly homoerotic (though at the time, studio executives apparently missed that.)
Hannibal. Right. Okay, looking forward to it. Maybe I’ll even attempt to recap. And hopefully it’ll be awesome and will get all renewed and stuff because I could really live with Mads & Hugh flirting weekly over someone’s liver with fava beans and Chianti.