Monday, April 27, 2015

MAD MEN Ep. 89: "Time and Date"



In which they keep telling me their future’s in California.

“You never saw the old Sterling Cooper.  It was mammoth.” -Don

“Stop struggling.  You won.”  -Jim Hobart

Before sitting down to watch “Time and Date”, last night’s fourth to last episode of Mad Men, I jotted down a brief brainstorm at the top of the page where I keep my notes.  It read “Final episodes as epilogue/hangover?”  It was an attempt at insight, but also a stab at finding a coherent path forward in my writing. 

As many of you know, writing about these final episodes was probably going to be in the cards for me all along, but the series of essays I wrote about my time teaching Season 1 of the show cemented my desire to follow the adventures of the Sterling Cooper universe to the end.  And because of the timing of the end of those teaching essays (I finished “The Wheel” two days before the premiere of “Severance”), this drive to continue on also thrust me into unknown territory.  Four years of teaching Season 1 had embedded almost every bit of nuance and historical context into my memory, as well as providing me with a treasure trove of pedagogical anecdotes to share.  But trying to write about these new episodes without knowing what came next proved to be more daunting than I thought.

Thus my note from last night, a sort of pep talk to myself.  As you can probably tell from reading these essays the last three Mondays, I’ve greatly enjoyed the first three of these final episodes.  But their often oblique nature has made writing about them challenging.  Thinking of these episodes as an epilogue to the drama of the past six plus seasons seemed to be a viable path to pursue.  Either that or accept the fact that Matt Weiner has been attempting to one up the final days of The Sopranos by really grinding in the concept that no one really changes, that ennui is the inevitable endgame of life.

Well, “Time and Date” proceeded to summarily explode that theory.  Although in true Mad Men fashion, it did so while also reinforcing parts of it.

As I’ve noted before, one of the great strengths of Mad Men is something it’s borrowed from The Sopranos: a narrative sense of disconnection that creates a perpetual state of looming dread.  Now obviously, the gangland milieu of David Chase’s show gave that dread more immediacy.  But the emotional warfare and turmoil of Matt Weiner’s fictional world can be equally devastating in its context.  The way that each show springs major plot developments on the viewer is shocking in the moment, although retrospective examination shows them to be the culmination of long-brewing conflict.

Such is the case in “Time and Date”, in which McCann Erickson’s decision to absorb SC&P hits the characters as a surprise, springing as it does from the unexpected non-renewal of their office lease.  There’s no great plot buildup to this moment for the viewer, and yet it’s also the logical conclusion of a major corporation buying a smaller ad firm.  In “The Forecast”, Don and Ted might muse about the sudden security that comes with living under the corporate umbrella, but Don knew several seasons back that McCann was “a sausage factory” (as he called it in Season 3’s “Shut the Door, Have a Seat.”)  And sausage factories tend not to be romantic about the process.

So much of Mad Men’s grand narrative has been based around how the heavy hand of the past both guides and limits its characters.  Two weeks ago, “New Business” dealt with the seemingly endless cycles of behavior in which they’re often trapped.  But “Time and Date” does it one better, building a narrative around callbacks to so many of the show’s more memorable moments, while simultaneously subverting each of them.  It’s both metafictional commentary and (perhaps) one last go around with the defining traits of the Sterling Cooper crew.

When Pete and Trudy’s meeting at the tony Greenwich private school that the Campbells have long attended (and from which Tammy has been rejected) devolves into Pete slugging the arrogant headmaster, it’s a reference to his famous bare knuckle brawl with Lane Pryce in Season 5’s “Signal 30”, another duel between two men of proper upbringing (Jared Harris directed “Time and Date”.)  It’s also the continuation (or the ending) of the matter that first gave Pete some audience sympathy way back in Season 1’s “New Amsterdam”: the burden of his family’s legacy.  Throughout six plus seasons, he’s struggled with balancing his youthful progressivism with the expectations and entitlement that come from the Dyckman-Campbell name.  His father’s penniless death and his mother’s gradual decline into dementia removed some of the mythology from said name.  But the punch he throws in this episode is a reversal of much of what has come before, as Pete defends that legacy (prompted by the headmaster advising Trudy that she can escape the rotten Campbell name by remarrying.)  In the aftermath, when he tells her that he’ll fix things with Tammy by writing a check, it’s a quietly powerful moment, an assimilation of his two sides in an effort to do the right thing for his family.

And it’s Trudy’s subsequent comment that “You never take no for an answer” that births another reference to past glories: Pete’s Season 1 Nixon campaign coup with Secor Laxatives (in which he blocks the Kennedy campaign’s swing state efforts by buying up all remaining television ad space with Secor commercials.)  In this case, his memory of that stroke of genius prompts him to enlist Secor to be the final piece in the financial puzzle that would theoretically allow the five SC&P partners to escape to the California offices of Sterling Cooper West, enough accounts in hand to retain the vestiges of their dwindling company.  (There's even a callback joke about Secor's lack of humor about their product.)

If this all sounds familiar, it should: it’s essentially a rehashing of “Shut the Door, Have a Seat” Season 3’s game-changing finale, in which the core Sterling Cooper crew literally absconds with the company in the middle of the night, escaping McCann’s purchase of Putnam, Powell, and Lowe.  In a show that thrives on frustrating expectations, that episode was the closest things to a victory lap that Matt Weiner could provide, a breezy caper episode in which a plan comes together.  In “Time and Date”, those machinations of survival are once again set in motion, with all the attendant classic signifiers (Don coming up with the idea while lying on the couch, the covert meeting with the main players, the mad rush for the minimum amount of clients needed to stay afloat.)

And at the heart of it all is the California dream, that most classic of mid-20th century signifiers of fulfillment and renewal.  New York has always been a central character in Mad Men, a concept, a mindset, and a dream of classic splendor.  But as Pete tells Trudy when she laments leaving the city, “it’s become a toilet”.  We’re only five years away from Gerald Ford denying federal assistance to the debt-ravaged city that never sleeps, a deterioration that’s been mirrored in the lives of these very New York-centric characters.  Don, of course, has always dreamed of the redemptive powers of California, from his Season 2 psychological hiatus there with Anna Draper (and, right before, with the euro-nomads of “The Jet Set”), to his vision of a bicoastal marriage with Megan.  And in “Severance”, Pete laments that he saw relocation to California as a new (if ultimately ill-fated) start for his life.  It’s that Gatsby-esque green light at the end of the cultural dock, its innumerable pleasures just that far out of reach.  An escape from impending doom.  A sun-dazzled afterlife.

It’s a different sort of afterlife that’s presented to the five SC&P partners during their climactic meeting with Jim Hobart and Ferg Donnelly, one of the more powerful scenes in the show’s history.  It’s the classic Mad Men script all over again: disparate feuding co-workers come together for the common good, hatching a plan that plays to their strengths, all rallying behind Don’s superhuman charisma and presentational charm.  And it’s here that Weiner and company completely upend those expectations in brutal fashion, as Hobart cuts off Don before he can even get past the first paragraph of his pitch.  The look on Jon Hamm’s face during this moment is devastating.  In a series of episodes in which he’s been stripped of so many of his external signifiers, losing his ability to sell anyone anything is perhaps the cruelest blow of all.

“You are dying and going to advertising heaven” is the way that Hobart puts it, an offer of their wildest account dreams to each of the partners (Buick for Roger, Nabisco for Pete. Ortho-Pharmaceutical for Ted, Coca-Cola for Don….although nothing explicit for Joan, much to her chagrin.)  The big question here is whether Jim Hobart is St. Peter at the pearly gates or the Devil himself laying out the ultimate Faustian pact.  The pride that’s come with running their own shop, with creating something of lasting value, has so defined these five people (maybe a bit less with Ted) throughout the show’s run that leaving it behind for guaranteed glory seems almost obscene.  Season 5’s finale (“The Phantom”) famously featured a shot of the then-partners each framed within a separate window of the news second floor for SCD&P, the new horizons which they gazed upon outside the building offset by their visual sense of isolation.  “Time and Date” ‘s climactic meeting ends with a mirror image of this shot (featured at the beginning of this essay).  But this time, all the partners aren’t gazing out into the wild blue yonder, but straight back at the camera, and into the depths of the McCann-Erickson offices, blank looks on all their faces.  They’ve gained the world, but have they lost their souls?

I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Peggy in this essay, as the McCann meeting scene is immediately followed by one of Elisabeth Moss’s most memorable scenes, and another reference to the heavy hand of the past.  Following an episode-long casting call for a child actor, Peggy is left distraught in the aftermath of her blowup with one of the children’s mothers and the news of the McCann absorption.  This moment of crisis allows her to share an authentic emotional moment with the two men (aside from Don), who have served as creative partners in her professional life: Pete and Stan.  When Pete reveals the McCann news to Peggy, it’s directly inspired by him seeing her being gripped by a young child, an obvious callback to the son that they’ll never share.  One more time, they sit on his couch, and one more time these two people who have been allies in so many unexpected ways over the years share in the passing of an era. 

Stan has always served as a sort of bookend to Pete in Peggy’s life, the countercultural caveman figure to his proper Ivy League prep school snob.  But beneath both men’s semi-cartoonish exteriors lies the soul of a poet.  Stan and Peggy’s relationship has always been platonic, even though a certain sexual tension has always existed between them.  It’s only logical that after years spent together, she’d finally reveal the existence of her adopted child to him, the specter of which has haunted her since that fateful night in the maternity ward ten years hence.  When she vents to him in this episode, it’s a feminist cry for equality, the ability for her to reinvent herself just as men like Don have, but it’s also moment of stark emotional catharsis (even if the armor that the Peggy of 1970 has built for herself only allows her to begrudgingly admit this.)  Much credit here should also go to Jay R. Ferguson.  Stan has predominantly been a comic relief figure since he came on the scene, but Ferguson has always managed to find the humanity beneath the humor, and to really nail the range required for scenes like this. 

One of the personal highlights of my Season 1 essays was being able to discuss the natural chemistry and bonhomie between Jon Hamm and John Slattery.  This episode recalls those moments with one more late night bar conversation between the two, in which they too reminisce about their shared glories and failures.  So much of this chemistry has been a complex mixture of generational affinity, Don viewing Roger as combination father figure and drinking buddy, Roger envisioning Don as the younger man he’d love to be and a confidante of a younger generation from which he feels estranged.  And both men have recognized in each other a world class ballbuster (most memorably depicted in Season 1’s emasculation fest “Red in the Face.”)  Their bar scene in that episode ends in a deflated Roger scheming his way into dinner with Don and Betty; one season later, a post-firing of Freddy Rumsen bar conversation unexpectedly leads Roger to leave Mona for Jane, the fallout of which leaves Don deeply embittered at Roger through Season 3.  In the wake for the death of the Sterling Cooper dream, Roger jokes to Don that “When I married my secretary, you gave me a hard time.  And then you went and did the same thing.”  And he admits his admiration for Don’s attempt to take the creative game to an almost Shakespearean level.  Having finally been forced to abandon the visions of independent success that so drove them to internal warfare, these two men can finally boil down their relationship to its admirational core.

But it’s the mildly despairing look on Don’s face after Roger leaves (to rendezvous with Marie Calvet!) that really tells the tale.  The gradual stripping away of his life signifiers began when he and Megan split, continuing on with the loss of his furniture, his apartment, his persuasive power, and now his agency.  For most of his adult life, he’s been able to fill the gaping maw inside him with markers of material success.  But adrift in this new state of enforced, quasi-zen abandon, he’s finally forced to confront himself.  Alone at the bar again, he goes looking for the mysterious Diana (who’s given another identifier here in the last name of Bauer), only to find her apartment now occupied by two gay men (who were instructed by the landlord to sell her furniture.)  This nocturnal journey to a squalid apartment recalls Don’s past visits to Midge’s bohemian Village pad, as well his infamous trip to his brother Adam’s hotel room.  In “Time and Date”, Diana is but a ghost, a pair of missed messages on an answering service that weren’t supposed to be conveyed, an unreachable respite from a state of existential uncertainty.  The question of her identity remains unanswered.

The previous three episodes ended with Don alone, visually and figuratively isolated in a state of loss.  At the end of this episode, he and the other four partners try to reassure the SC&P staff that all will be fine in the transition to McCann.  But like Don’s failed presentation to Jim Hobart, the audience isn’t buying what they’re selling this time.  As dissension and dissolution grows amidst the employees, the camera slowly dollies back as Don implores them that “This is the beginning of something, not the end.”  But after saying those words so often, in such convincing fashion, they now ring hollow.  And even though Don is with four other like-minded people in this moment, they’re as alone as he’s been in the previous episodes.  As Dean Martin appropriately croons over the closing credits “Money burns a hole in my pocket/So I’m bringing you perfume and candy and roses of red/And wishing they were diamonds instead.”

Some notes to end with:

*That’s Acker Bilk’s “Stranger on the Shore” that plays underneath Stan and Peggy’s conversation about her child.  It was an instrumental hit in 1961, and its presence here echoes Don and Peggy’s “My Way” scene in the first half of this season, while also offering a dual sense of isolation and parental longing (Bilk originally wrote it for his daughter.)

*Looking back now, the hidden story of Mad Men has been McCann-Erickson’s long term bid to take over Sterling Cooper, beginning with Season 1’s recruitment of Don (which revolved around Betty’s modeling gig with Coca-Cola, the brand that Jim Hobart offers Don in this episode.)  David Simon famously based The Wire on the framework of Greek mythology, with modern day institutions standing in for the gods of yore.  In a similar context, McCann has been the god figure in this narrative, Sterling Cooper the nimble and plucky hero who repeatedly avoids the wrath of said god.  But divine wrath can only be postponed.  And in a show about the passage of time, McCann’s presence is a harbinger of the new corporate culture that rules society today, in which the cold reality of the bottom line trumps all else.

*After latching on with Dow Chemical as their Head of Advertising, Ken Cosgrove finally gets his sweet revenge on Roger and Pete when he denies their offer to join their account portfolio at Sterling Cooper West.  His presence in the first scene of the episode also serves as a sort of microcosm for what’s to come, as he wants the new advertising campaign to deny the filth and grime inherent in a germ killer (much as the SC&P crew have wanted to deny the inevitability of McCann’s corporate philosophy destroying them.)

*Did anyone ever think that Lou Avery’s Scout’s Honor storyline would result in him getting a cartoon deal?  Lou being one of the few people to emerge completely fulfilled would be a very Mad Men concept.   

Thursday, April 23, 2015

HANNIBAL Ep. 3: "Potage"



(S           P           O           I           L           E           R           S)

In which it feels like I’m talking to his shadow, suspended on dust.

“I have seen dogs and many creatures…I mean the Devil…He said he would give me fine things, if I did what he would have me.”   -Abigail Hobbs (April 19, 1692)

Though the battle of wills/dark romance between Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter drives the narrative of Hannibal’s first season, Abigail Hobbs forms the center around which this and other major conflicts revolve.  She’s arguably the least intimidating character in the show, and yet the sheer force of her presence is mesmerizing.  It’s a credit to Kacey Rohl, who gives a real powerhouse of a performance as the last survivor of the Hobbs clan.  The trauma that both binds Abigail and Will and thrusts them into interior darkness is one whose deep effects require both characters to mutate into open maws of grief and pain.  The trajectory of Hugh Dancy’s portrayal of this traumatic agony is aided by Will’s already-autistic tendencies.  But as Abigail, Rohl has little prep time before her embrace of the destructive chaos that envelops her; she only has a few brief scenes of relative domestic tranquility in “Apertif” before her father’s murder and her subsequent coma.  When she finally awakens in “Potage”, it’s from a pre-credits vision in which her caressing of a dead deer morphs into her hand running through a dead woman’s hair (the brownish tree branches on her hospital room wallpaper are a nice counterpoint to the lush yellow and orange leaves of her vision).  But like Will, the end of her dance in the nightmare netherworld brings no respite, only the sense that she has brought the nightmare back into reality with her.

The challenge that Rohl faces is how to portray a character that must be such a raw nerve of fear and anxiety, while also maintaining enough of a connection to emotional equilibrium to keep the mystery of her potential complicity with her father’s murders intact.  From a physical standpoint, her penetrating blue eyes, offset by an open face, allow her to vacillate between wide-eyed terror and trenchant, almost accusatory glares.  But it’s her utter commitment to the emotional depths into which Abigail must plunge that really makes the role.  Her physical abandon during her awakening, and during her murder of Nicholas Boyle, is akin to the apex of an exorcism.

And that’s appropriate, considering the context of her historical namesake.  Abigail Hobbs was a 14 year-old girl accused of witchcraft in the Salem Witch Trials, and one of the prime witnesses to confess to covenanting with the Devil (the quote that leads off this essay is from her testimony.)  Seeing Hannibal’s Abigail through this lens lends her plight that much added depth and complexity.  It makes this episode the beginning of her trial, as everyone involved casts shades of doubt on her supposed innocence, turning her into more of an object to be dissected than a traumatized human being (for as much gravitas as Laurence Fishburne brings to the role of Jack Crawford, he’s also ruthlessly mercenary in favoring Hannibal’s advice to interview Abigail over Alana’s more cautious tone.)  Knowing that the real life Abigail was, in many ways, the product of internecine social warfare and the mass hysteria that resulted from it makes the viewer both sympathize with her and question her motivations at every step.  The pre-credits flashback to what is seemingly her first father-daughter hunt paints Garret as a man driven to mold his daughter in his image…but it’s still her version of events.

There’s a strong hint of the Electra Complex made physically manifest in Abigail, as she draws a series of father figures to her, while keeping a safe distance from the women who offer her help (granted, there aren’t many who do so in this season, although there’s always a hint of tension between Alana’s growing romantic involvement with Will and his obsession with saving Abigail.)  From what little is portrayed of her home life, she’s very attached to her father, his murder affecting her much more than that of her mother (her flashback to the cabin has an uncomfortable, barely concealed erotic air to it.)  Will is drawn to her as a means of redemption for his murder of Garret and for the toll of his visions, but he will also assume a fatherly role in trying to guide her out of the darkness (one which she will gladly embrace.  As she says when proposing a reenactment of the murder “You be my dad, and you be my mom…”, further invoking the Electra Complex.)  He also reverses this complex when he dreams of slashing her throat in order to make everything better, salvation and assumption of the Hobbs mantle mingling in a viscous release.  And, of course, there’s Hannibal, the ultimate dark father.  His offer to assist her in covering up the murder of Nicholas Boyle (“I can help you, if you ask me to”) is seemingly a direct reference to the Salem Abigail’s admission of her pact with the Devil.  But it’s also reminiscent of classic vampire mythology, in which they can only enter someone’s house if invited.

This vampiric concept is also given a fascinating and oblique spin when Alana introduces the concept of Folie Ć  deux during her conversation with Abigail when they return to the Hobbs house.  The psychological theory of the potential for madness to be shared between two people (or more, in its extended versions), it’s meant to offer a potential explanation for the possibility that Garret Hobbs’s psychosis could be passed along to his daughter.  But it also provides a motif that pervades this episode: the gradual creep of insanity that spreads amongst the characters like an expanding pool of blood.

I’ve theorized before about how Hannibal acts as a sort of viral agent in the show, not only slowly infecting Will, but Alana, Jack, the FBI…even the visuals and sound design reflect his decadent, fantastical mind the further along we go.  “Potage” seems to support this conceit, although it also calls into question whether Hannibal is the carrier of the madness or just the provocateur who encourages its development.  It’s early in the show’s run, but Will already has a strong notion of the characteristics of the Minnesota Shrike copycat; Hannibal walks into his classroom right as he’s listing those attributes to his students.  So the machinations that Lecter puts into motion in this episode (encouraging Jack to let Will talk to Abigail, knocking out Alana at the Hobbs house and then aiding Abigail in the cover up) make sense from a self-preservational standpoint.  They also present the possibility that Abigail is the Typhoid Mary of this storyline, her traumatized innocence actually a vessel for the oceans of insanity that threaten to burst forth. 

And burst they do, wherever they come from, in the stunning climax, in which the tensions that have been building throughout the episode explode into a cathartic, horrifying rampage of violence.  An already on-the-edge Abigail lays witness to the aftermath of the ritual slaughter of her friend Marissa (impaled in the antler room, another canny chess move by Hannibal) in her father’s cabin.  When she returns home, the insanity continues to flow freely.  Marissa’s mother accuses her of killing her daughter, Freddie Lounds (who’s everywhere in “Potage”, manipulating the proceeedings as much as Hannibal) accosts her about a potential biography, and after discovering the human hair of one of Garret’s victims in a deer-adorned pillow, she’s then confronted by a distraught Nicholas Boyle, fearing for his life.  Her gutting of him with a hunting knife is the awful emotional zenith of the emotional turmoil coursing through this episode.  Once again, Brian Reitzell’s music is a star in its own right.  Throughout “Potage” he utilizes a symphonic cacophony of atonal and dissonant soundscapes to immerse the viewer in the growing chaos.  The combination of the hair pillow and Nicholas’s reappearance is accompanied by a full onslaught of strings, pandemonium reigning as the blood flows.

It’s only through Hannibal, coldly rational as always, that the chaos finally ends.  As in “Amuse-Bouche”, DP James Hawkinson uses rack focus to frame him as a slightly blurry presence alongside the person upon whom he’s casting his spell (Will in that episode, Abigail in this one).  Like Will, Abigail also addresses him from the upper level when she visits his office after escaping from the hospital.  And like her would-be protector, she’s lured down into Hannibal’s abyss, their mutual secrets the bond that will tie them together throughout this season.  

And now for the leftovers:

*It really is amazing how much Freddie Lounds manipulates so many plot threads this early in the show.  You can see why Hannibal views her as a threat, but also how his nimble mind realizes how useful she can be in this ever-evolving chess game.

*Also, I might be stretching a bit here, but I’m struck by how much this shot of Freddie speaking with Abigail recalls her couch scene with Hannibal in “Amuse-Bouche”, in which her red outfit is contrasted with his cool blue suit and couch (she’s also once again on the left side of the frame.)  Add in her leopard skin dress and there’s another strong visual connection between her and the show’s titular cannibal.         

*James Hawkinson bathes this episode in earth tones both bright (the leaves in the forest) and warmly welcoming (the suburban dƩcor of the Hobbs house), which makes the carnage that is unleashed upon this visual landscape all the more unsettling, and a violation of everything that is supposed to be reassuring about domestic life.

*”Miss Lounds, it’s not very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living” (Will, ill-fatedly bringing the funny to Freddie.)

*”It’s a hybrid.  Great car for stalking.” (Alana, to Will)

*Will: “Abigail Hobbs doesn’t have anyone”  Alana: “You can’t be her everyone.”

*”I don’t do well at redeeming gift cards” (Alana, to Will)

…..can you tell that I dig Caroline Dhavernas’s work on this show?  After all, she is the only one with the insight that Abigail is hiding something. 

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

HANNIBAL Ep. 2: "Amuse-Bouche"



(S           P           O           I           L           E           R           S)

In 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.