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which killing must feel good to God too.
He does it all the time. And are we not created in his image?
“Amuse-Bouche” might be the
perfect microcosm for the first season of Hannibal. The backbone of its plot is constructed from
the fairly accessible standards of the modern crime procedural (a killer of the
week, the compressed hunt for said killer, a semi-breakneck storytelling
pace). Hannibal and Will have their
first faceoff in his American Gothic/Art Nouveau office, an arena they will
return to again and again over the next 24 episodes. A familiar character is introduced in
revamped manner (Freddie Lounds.) And
along the way, everything starts breaking up, teetering on the edge of oblivion
in a Francis Bacon/Hieronymous Bosch nightmarescape of theological nihilism and
mushroom-infested bodies.
Ah yes, the mushrooms. Talk about laying all your cards on the table
from the beginning. “Apertif”’s
treatment of Cassie Boyle’s death scene tableau was gruesome, but the left turn
that “Amuse-Bouche” takes, into a world wherein rogue pharmacist Eldon Stammets
plants drugged diabetics so that the fungus they grow will offer them a more
profound connection to humanity and the world, shows that Bryan Fuller and
company aren’t interested in playing things straight. The mushroom as metaphor device is a giddy
embrace of the psychedelically obscene, but it’s also fertile ground for the
show’s deeper obsessions. As Hannibal
tells Will during their first session, “The structure of the fungus mirrors
that of the human brain. A web of
intricate connections.” Will claims that
that therapy doesn’t work on him because he knows all the tricks, but the mind games
that Lecter wants to play draw from a rulebook more angular and oblique than
anything Will has seen before, from a cool, observational philosophy that seeks
intricate connections in terms most stark and calculating.
The connections that slowly grow
between Will and Hannibal are at the forefront of this extended metaphor. As established in “Apertif”, there’s a strong
symbiosis between these two opposite ends of the empathy spectrum. During their first session, Will roams the
upper level library of Lecter’s office, while Hannibal stands still on the
floor, listening intently to his reservations about therapy. From a visual standpoint, Hannibal is a very
warm and inviting abyss, but Will isn’t quite ready to dive in yet (note too
that in one shot of Hannibal, a blurry statue of a wolf is featured in the
background, pointing directly in his sightline toward Will.) But Hannibal’s overarching motivations are
much more complex. While classic Lecter
lore depicts the Will-Hannibal dynamic as one based in animosity and revenge, Hannibal paints a portrait of a platonic
love affair between two deeply flawed outsiders. Though he’ll always be an alluring amalgam of
anti-hero and villain (and though he’ll test these boundaries in future
episodes) the Hannibal Lecter of this show defies the easy logic of a
traditional antagonist. Indeed, much
like the fungus so prominently featured in this episode (and the phantasmagoric
deer that treads through Will’s subconscious), he’s more a force of nature than
anything, a self-imagined feature of the natural order of being, constantly
expanding into other territories, colonizing, reaching out. It’s a concept in line with the best of David
Cronenberg: the disease is just doing its job.
And in this episode, Hannibal’s
fungus-like nature is paralleled in the introduction of Freddie Lounds. In past incarnations, this Red Dragon character has been a loutish
male tabloid journalist who quickly meets a flaming wheelchair-bound demise at
the hands of Francis Dolarhyde. Which is
what makes Lara Jean Chorostecki’s reinvention of the character so
interesting. She’s still a tabloid
ambulance chaser, but she’s also a highly seductive and stylized presence, her
pixie-like physicality offset by a steely killer instinct. Several characters inadvertently draw strong
parallels between Hannibal and her. When
he detains her in the hotel room, Jack says “Everywhere you go, you contaminate
crime scenes.” And when the ill-fated
Detective Pascal runs her down in the parking lot, his jibe that “You stir the
hornet’s nest and I’m the one who gets stung” could be easily applied to the
amoral experiments that Hannibal so relishes.
At heart, they’re both parasites, leeching off of others for their
sustenance. (Another parallel could be drawn to the viral nature of Freddie’s
stomping grounds: the internet.) The
complex relationship that she and Hannibal will form is beautifully captured in
the scene on his office couch, when he demands that she destroy the recording
of Will’s just-ended session. Framed in
a medium shot, Mads Mikkelsen and Chorostecki are visual study in contrasts:
his intimidating frame versus her petite build, his cool blue suit versus her
deep red outfit and tight amber curls.
When he asks her what they’re to do about her spying, the camera cuts
from a close-up of red-drenched Freddie to a slice of pork loin being drenched
in red sauce at Hannibal’s dinner with Jack.
It’s a nice fakeout of a jump cut, but it also establishes early on that
Freddie is a prime candidate for Hannibal’s menu.
But the doctor and the tabloid
journalist aren’t the only characters joined in a web of fungus-like interconnectivity. In the aftermath of the Hobbs house massacre,
Will has become increasingly attached to Abigail. Hannibal intimates that he’s adopted her as
his surrogate daughter, but Will also sees her as a vehicle for redemption, a
chance to break free of the prison of paralysis in which so much of his
hyper-empathic insight traps him. At the
same time he’s also deeply wary of overtaking her with the viral curse of his
insight. (Abigail will become the great blank
canvas upon which both Will and Hannibal project themselves during this season,
a slight whiff of homoerotic mediation permeating the proceedings.) In death, Garret Jacob Hobbs continues to
sprout all over Will’s subconscious, invading both his dreams and reality. And if Abigail is Will’s daughter, then the
supporting characters form a surrogate family of sorts around him in the wake
of his deep trauma, Jack playing the father, Alana the sister/wife, and Hannibal
the…..strange brother? Creepy uncle? In this context, Eldon Stammets’s desire to
plant Abigail so that she’s finally able to reach out to Will is almost noble,
albeit in a very twisted way. (Once
again, the show depicts the victim as art project, their embracing of the
greater natural order through death an elevation into almost spiritual
transcendence.)
It’s the visions of Garret Hobbs
that finally force Will to relent and agree to therapy with Hannibal. And it’s here that Hannibal’s grand
experiment truly begins, as he prods Will’s feelings about envisioning the
vicarious thrill of killing being weakened after his own experience with
it. His comment about God’s ambiguous
propensity for killing (featured at the beginning of this essay) ties in with
the greater philosophical musing in which he delights: the subject of goodness
vs. power.
One of the most instructive
insights into the nature of Hannibal Lecter comes in one of the episode’s
briefest moments. When Will and Alana
meet in Abigail’s hospital room, she reads the unconscious girl an excerpt from
Flannery O’Connor’s classic short story “A Good Man is Hard to Find.” O’Connor was the master of Southern gothic, horror-tinged,
religious morality fables, in which she mixed a finely honed sense of character
complexity with an Old Testament philosophy of blood sacrifice as the only true
means for redemption. “A Good Man” finds
a family driving through the South on their vacation, their cantankerous, stuck
in the past grandmother insisting that they visit the old family homestead one
last time. The cosmic irony is that this
minor diversion (inspired by her false memory of the house’s location) sets in
motion an improbable series of events that leads to their execution by escaped
serial killer The Misfit and his two sidekicks.
It’s a brutal and nightmarish resolution to a story that initially seems
to be about the generational divide. The
Misfit is a fascinating character. His
final sentiment, that the now-murdered grandmother would’ve been a good woman
if someone had been there to shoot her every minute of her life, caps off his
musings that his role as the killer is a logical progression of life. O’Connor intended the grandmother to find
some form of final redemption in her murder, but she also often noted how she
thought The Misfit might find the light after the elderly woman calls him one
of her children immediately before he murders her.
This same sense of motivational
complexity courses through Hannibal,
as the notorious killer (at least to us) betrays a deeper philosophical bent
about his place in the universal order than we might expect. But maybe the real question is who’s the true
misfit in all of this? As the show
slithers its way through its two seasons, the line between Will and Hannibal,
killer and victim, hunter and hunted, will become increasingly blurred. It makes for very uncomfortable viewing at
times (especially in Season 2), but such is the grand interconnected web that
Bryan Fuller and company spin. And as an
audience, being caught in that web can be a deeply intoxicating experience.
A few leftovers before we go:
*One of Hannibal’s great pleasures is its willingness to indulge in the
pure beauty of imagery (often on a symbolic level.) “Amuse-Bouche” has two of my favorite
examples of this.
When Jack and Will invade Hobbs’s
cabin at the episode’s beginning, they discover his infamous attic of deer
antlers, another image that could be straight out of Will’s nightmare netherworld. It forms a neat visual metaphor for the
animal/human, hunter/hunted dichotomy, as well as for the doom-laden traps that
Will must traverse throughout the show’s run.
And when Will muses to Alana about
his mental state in the hospital, the final shot of him cuts to a swirl of
white liquid entering a sea of darkness.
It turns out to be the cream in Freddie Lounds’s coffee cup, an
impressionistic callback to Jean-Luc Godard’s universe in a coffee cup scene in Two or Three Things I Know About Her,
but also a stark metaphor for the yin-yang synthesis of Will and Hannibal.
*Only Hannibal Lecter would use
the term “sprig of zest” to describe the feeling Will experienced in killing
Garret Jacob Hobbs.
*”The mirrors of your mind can reflect
the best of yourself, not the worst of someone else.” (Hannibal to Will.)
*One trait that Mads Mikkelsen
carries over from former screen Lecters is his absolute sense of stillness,
which is eerily complemented by his unconventionally chiseled face. He’s like a preening hawk, waiting for the
chance to pounce.
*This is also the first episode
to use the famous opening credits, in which torrents of blood slowly congeal
into Hannibal’s face.
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