(S P O I L E R S)
In
which the boundaries of what’s considered normal are getting narrower.
“Ours
a love I held tightly
Feeling
the rapture grow
Like
a flame burning brightly
But
when she left, gone was the glow of
Blue
Velvet”
(“Blue
Velvet”/Bobby Vinton)
For an episode that deals so
heavily in one of the most well-worn motifs in televisual crime fiction (the
trial of a main character), “Hassun” presents a distinct unravelling of the
world for the characters surrounding this most stable of plot devices. The encroaching surrealism that will soon
dominate this season begins to steadily flood the various corners of the plot
(much like Will’s madness took the form of visions of water at the end of
Season 1.) Just as the Japanese course
of Hassun serves as the main event of the Kaiseki feast (which is then followed
by dishes that slowly conclude things), so too does this episode of the same
name serve as an early peak of relative normalcy in the season before the
gradual descent into a fever dream of insanity.
But there’s also another
reference point for “Hassun”, one that explores similar power relationships and
themes of the darkness at the edge of the psyche. One that also centers heavily around the
presence of a severed ear. And a
submerged sense of homoerotic intrigue between two men, one seemingly a hero
and one seemingly a villain.
Indeed, if Bryan Fuller isn’t
explicity referencing David Lynch’s Blue
Velvet in this episode, then at the very least he’s psychologically channeling
it. That film famously sends
All-American boy Jeffrey Beaumont (Kyle MacLachlan) into a world of
psychosexual trauma, predicated on his discovery of a severed human ear. In the key scene that truly begins his
descent, Jeffrey walks the idyllic nighttime streets of Lumberton, only for the
romantic dark of night to crossfade into the camera spiraling into that
mysterious ear. Abigail Hobbs’s ear
might’ve been the smoking gun in framing Will last season, but the ear of bailiff
Andrew Sykes (meant to throw suspicion away from him mid-trial) is the focal
point of “Hassun”’s plot twist, and the camera spiraling out of it as Jack and
the forensics team study the evidence recalls Lynch’s imagery. If the descent into the ear in Blue Velvet is meant to symbolize the
entrance into madness (and the subsequent dollying out of Jeffrey’s ear at the
conclusion symbolizing a mild return to sanity), perhaps Hannibal’s spiral out of the ear in this scene is a further
reference to the Hannibal Lecter’s viral infection of these characters’ worlds,
or another visual callback to Will’s fear of the netherworld of his visions
breaking into the real world.
Blue
Velvet
resonated so strongly in the culture upon its release because of its taboo
subject matter, but also because of the very recognizable plot and character
structure off of which it so deftly riffed.
Lynch once described the film as “the Hardy Boys go to Hell”, and its
indebtedness to the world of Film Noir also offers a series of archetypical
subversions that go far beyond the Code-restricted subterfuge of those crime
melodramas. “Hassun” plays similar games
with its more easily recognizable aspects.
During her courtroom testimony, Freddie Lounds is shot in stark chiaroscuro
lighting, her tilted hat and steamy delivery adding to the sense that she’s
playing the femme fatale (Brian Reitzell also includes subtle saxophone
intonations in the soundtrack that underscores her appearance.) And Will, of course, is the classic Hitchcockian
wrong man, caught in the web of a force greater and more maniacal than him
(which itself is a nod to a major Noir motif.)
His opening dream, in which time stutters back and forth before he
ultimately throws the switch on his own electrocution, uses an execution method
that is still widely recognized, yet which has also been illegal in Maryland
for years (Martin O’Malley actually banned the death penalty in 2013, a year
before the airing of this episode.) But
Will is a long way off from Henry Fonda, his anti-social demeanor and
dalliances with chaos making him a far more complex figure.
Beyond its Noir trappings, Blue Velvet also offers a disturbing
portrait of how deeply psychosexual perversion penetrates the human psyche, its
central three characters forming a sadomasochistic love triangle for the
ages. Frank Booth (Dennis Hopper) might
ostensibly be the heavy, but there’s a childlike longing at the heart of his
sexual enslavement of Dorothy Valens (Isabella Rosselini). Jeffrey wants to save Dorothy, but he first
finds sexual attraction to her when spying from her closet (and then again when
he witnesses Frank raping her). Jeffrey
and Dorothy’s violence-ridden sexual coupling is her warped attempt to reenact
Frank’s abuse, but Jeffrey also finds a modicum of sick pleasure in hurting
her. And the film’s main love story is
the Oedipal struggle between Frank and Jeffrey, the hero and villain finding
much unexpected common ground, the detective character/son drawn to replace the
criminal/father.
By this point of Hannibal’s run, the relationship between
Will and Hannibal has taken on similar leanings. Like Jeffrey, Will thrives on voyeurism, even
though he claims to want to pull himself away from the damage of his
visions. Hannibal holds more respect in
the world at large than Frank, but like him he’s also the dark
manipulator/Minotaur at the heart of the protagonist’s mental labyrinth. Alana might not match up perfectly with
Dorothy, but the love triangle that will soon ensue between these three has
similar overtones of manipulation and submerged violence (especially in Will’s
subconscious resentment of her romantic rejection of him.) And the pseudo-romantic nature of Hannibal’s
relationship with Will is much in keeping with the uncomfortably close one that
Frank and Jeffrey hold. Hannibal’s
assault of Will is more subtle than Frank’s, but his attempt to seduce him into
his darkness is right in line with Hopper’s psychopath. Memorably, Frank (to the tune of Patti Page’s
“Love Letters) threatens to send a love letter straight to Jeffrey’s heart in
the form of a bullet; when he discusses Will’s apparent fan with him, Hannibal
notes that “This killer wrote you a poem.
Are you going to let his love go to waste?”
In both narratives, we’re forced
to confront the fluid lines between protagonist and antagonist, and between
good and evil. In “Hassun”’s opening,
both men are shown dressing for the trial in parallel form (ending with Will’s
handcuff and Hannibal’s cufflink, the latter almost as much of a social binding
as the former.) When they meet in
Baltimore State’s private room, the closeups of their faces form a shot/countershot
pattern in which the darkness at the edge of each man’s visage complements the
other. In the climactic montage of Jack,
Hannibal, and Will in various states of despair, Hannibal’s longing for Will’s
presence is once again represented by the empty chair he stares at in his
office. It’s a great evocation of the
climactic verse of Bobby Vinton’s song “Blue Velvet” (quoted at the top of this
essay). After all, Hannibal’s affection
for Will reaches a high point when he “sets his mind on fire” near the end of
Season 1. But for now, all he has are
the memories of that time, the afterglow of the fire.
To call the following leftovers
might be a misnomer. But they’re far
enough outside of the Lynch-Fuller main thrust that I’ll include them as such:
*When Jack refers to he and Kade
Purnell as the clowns in the ever-growing circus that Will’s case is becoming,
he once again taps into the deep feelings of futility that plagues him. Kade warns him not to spend his time
lamenting those he left behind (lest he become the next one), but the impotence
he feels in trying to help his dying wife, compounded with his guilt over Will
being the latest in a string of supervisory/fatherly failures, has him
trapped. In many ways, Jack’s journey
from unwitting enabler of Will’s framing to co-conspirator in the stealth hunt
for Hannibal is the backbone of this season, a good man trying to atone for
what seems to him like a lifetime of sacrificing his life to stalking death.
*On the verge of her romantic
fling with Hannibal, we get one of the last glances of Alan trying to reestablish
her bond with Will, climaxing in a final handclasp that could be a nod to
Bresson’s Pickpocket, in which
another criminal found spiritual redemption through a woman.
*Will’s empathic vision of Andrew
Sykes’s murder marks the return of his trademark mental pendulum and skittering
sound field.
*The greatest refutation of the
classic courtroom milieu comes with the ritual murder of the judge. It also allows Hannibal to bring the funny
once again with “Not only is justice blind, it’s also mindless and heartless.”
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