Whenever I talk to someone about the Hannibal TV series, the only way I can describe my feelings is that Will and Hannibal can sit in a room and stare at each other the entire episode and I will still be going oh my God oh my God what’s going to happen.
This show is not for everyone. My husband thinks it’s too “slow”. I hate that description with a passion because it’s not the right description for Hannibal.
Here are some words that fit the show for me: Tense. Cinematic. Gory. Captivating. Psychological. Intellectual. Intense. Horrifying. Beautiful.
Many of those do not go together in any one pot because, in a way, they contradict each other.
And yet, this show is all of them.
With each episode I feel like I’m holding my breath. I want to catch every word, every nuance, every glance, every hesitation because they all matter.
I’ve heard a lot of backlash that they make Hannibal too attractive and make viewers feel too much empathy for him. But I don’t think that’s it. Hannibal is terrifying. This show makes him exactly what he needs to be.
Never in my life did I think that I would enjoy a show that has so little words and so much meaning. So little action and so much horror.
I have never gotten physically sick watching a TV show until I saw a man cut off his own nose and eat it.
I have never been so shocked at someone being alive as much as someone being dead.
I have never been completely lost at guessing what a character is going to do next.
This is not the type of show I would have ever thought I would find myself watching and yet I just can’t stop.
Not that I want to.
I realize that this is probably it’s final season, and that’s ok. Hannibal’s story has to come to an end. It has to, for the sake of all (still) living characters in it.
And I can’t wait to see how it plays out.