“You owe me awe!”
The bad news: One of the best TV shows of the year has been cancelled. The good news: even if the chances of a future “Hannibal: The TV Version: The Movie“ are slim, said TV version did leave us with the best ambiguous ending viewers could have wished for.
In Hannibal‘s third and final season, our favorite man-eating therapist takes Bedelia Du Maurier (played by the wonderful Gillian Anderson) to Florence; a world where human bodies turn into stags, sex is performed through kaleidoscopes, and everything seems to happen in slow-motion. The show’s writers and cast effortlessly walk us through its polarizing visuals until the story picks up the pace, as an unrecognizable* Mason Verger plots his revenge on the people who destroyed his face.
The second half of the season is not as artful. In fact, Richard Armitage‘s “Red Dragon” might be the Hannibal villain least interested in making his victims look pretty. The show has succeeded in presenting us with a killer that makes Lecter seem like an afterthought, and that’s not a bad thing. With a story about a man who stabs, burns, bites and breaks the bones of his victims before he kills them, “horrifying” might be the best description for the show’s final run. Hannibal did not hold back, and that’s exactly why we’ll miss it so much.
*not just because Michael Pitt was replaced by a just-as-excellent Joe Anderson!