'Hannibal' Returns to the Dining Room in “Antipasto"
Robert Tiemstra ’17 / Emertainment Monthly Writing Staff
“Ethics become aesthetics.”
There is not a single policeman in this “Antipasto,” and the question of Will Graham’s (Hugh Dancy) survival remains up in the air. The episode’s main strength—besides drawing us in to the most gorgeously-shot version of Florence ever brought to the silver screen—is distracting viewers from those lingering questions from the previous season, making them focus on questions they’d forgotten about in the midst of wondering whether Jack Crawford (Laurence Fishburne), Abigail Hobbs (Kacy Rohl), or Alana Bloom (Caroline Dhavernas) survive their encounter with the knife-wielding Lecter.
While in another show this may seem out of place, the dinner scenes between Gideon and Lecter give the audience hints about how Dr. Lecter’s mind works, giving some disturbing undertones to the dinner scenes between Lecter and his faux “wife.” The relationship between Du Maurier and Lecter is an insidious one because of the vice-like grip with which Lecter holds Du Maurier. At the end of the second season, there was significant speculation about how complicit Du Maurier was in Lecter’s plotting, and this episode answers that question with a resounding “no.” Although there is a complicity to her presence, pointed out by Lecter in a key scene, she resists his snare with her cold stare. He is very much in control here, but the season will be quite interesting indeed if they focus on a shift in that balance of power.
This is a series that, like a well-balanced dish, is made up of elements that should not work together. It is gory, ghoulish, and dark, but still has a devilish sense of humor. It is about cannibalism, yet it shoots and decorates its food so well viewers can’t help but want to dig into it. It also manages to reconcile the over-the-top gothic imagery with the grounded psychology and character work—the two clashing elements that proved to be the downfall for the Hannibal Lecter film series) by creating a style so unique to itself that only a show like Hannibal could exist within it. For approximately the first season and a half, Hannibal wore the police procedural format like a person suit (you could call season one Law & H’orderves and not be too far off the mark), but now it has shed that disguise and is able to embrace its twisted heart free of judgment or scrutiny. And the audience, like Du Maurier, doesn’t know if it’s merely observing or participating in Bryan Fuller’s mad fantasy, but we’re enraptured all the same.
“Morality doesn’t exist. Only morale.”
Episode Grade: A
I sincerely hope their series gets back on track, goodness how’s artsy we’ve become instead of building suspense and a story line. It just killing and eating, zzzzzzzz