TV Series Review
Will Graham is a sensitive guy. It's what made him such a help to the FBI—his ability to empathize with almost anyone. He understands people because he can, in some little-understood way, become them. He can peer through their eyes and see not only what they see, but how. The sick, monstrous deeds of a murderer grow, if not sane, at least sensical. And through this dint of understanding, he helped his FBI cohorts—Agent Jack Crawford chief among them—catch the bad guys.
Of course, this sort of super-empathy has some obvious downsides. It's not comfortable to wade into the mind of a killer. Will's gift also makes him antisocial. He has horrible dreams. And for the moment, he's in prison for the killing, mutilation and cannibalization of several young women—the result, his accusers say, of his curious empathy.
Graham is unjustly accused, but the evidence against him is nonetheless overwhelming. And perhaps the only man who can help Graham prove his innocence is the same man who Graham accused of these horrific crimes: The brilliant, cultured Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
Perhaps you've heard of him.
NBC's Hannibal takes place well before Lecter was unmasked as a terrifying psychopath—before he supped on a census-taker's liver with "some fava beans and a nice Chianti." The series, while featuring some characters from Thomas Harris' series of Hannibal Lecter books, is not based on any one novel. This is a Lecter unfettered by bars or creepy facemasks. In this NBC show, the psychiatrist is literally free to work his quasi-necromancy on the living and dead alike.
In 1991, Lecter became a true household name in the guise of Anthony Hopkins in the Oscar-winning fright-fest The Silence of the Lambs. It was, at the time, one of the most disturbing stories ever put on celluloid—a horrific amalgamation of sickness and sex and gore—and was, of course, rated a well-deserved R. Now, 22 years later, much the same sort of content has been deemed appropriate for unrestricted broadcast-television audiences.
Hannibal doesn't feature masks made of human skin. Yet. But blood and gore flows in abundance—from the victims' gaping red wounds to their organs sautéed in wine sauce. This show is predicated on death and psychosis. So while levels of gore may vary from episode to episode, the oppressive sense of horror will permeate its every second. Graham's dreams and waking visions can be disturbing, even terrifying. Sex and violence mingle uncomfortably, too.
Hannibal is, in my experience, the most grotesque, most horrific show on broadcast television, and arguably on cable, too. It's perhaps not The Walking Dead violent—at least not yet. But most of the worst scenes in Dead involve, well, the dead. Here, victims are very much alive before being creatively and horrifically butchered.
"Ultra-violent TV and serial killers are having a very popular moment," writes salon.com's Willa Paskin. And, of course, she's right. Practically everywhere your television dial turns right now, you're bound to find buckets of blood and oodles of intestines littering the set, often the product of charismatic psychopaths.
I used to think of television as comfort food—something reliably entertaining that most of us might watch an hour or two of after a hard day's work. Now it seems we're gorging on discomfort—stuffing ourselves with content unimaginable just a decade ago.
Dr. Lecter, given his particular culinary preferences, would be gratified.
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Hugh Dancy as Special Agent Will Graham; Mads Mikkelsen as Dr. Hannibal Lecter; Caroline Dhavernas as Dr. Alana Bloom; Hettienne Park as Beverly Katz; Laurence Fishburne as Agent Jack Crawford; Scott Thompson as Jimmy Price; Aaron Abrams as Brian Zeller