Every time I think Hannibal Lecter can't possibly make me think any worse of him, he goes and proves me wrong. It's not supposed to be a competition you utter fucking be-suited DISTILLED ESSENCE OF DICKHAT. I can't muster up any literary monologuing because of how much I just want him to dieAlthough, man, Chilton is going to feel like suuuuch a ( Read more... )

Hmm. I should get a Hannibal icon, probably. It's a show that rapidly managed to glue me into my chair (with the occasional "oh christ no what ugh" moment when I'm peeking through my fingers) (oh god no pun intended on the most recent murder-artist argh) (arrrrgh) by hitting buttons I wasn't entirely aware I had - both pleasant and, um, not. I just ( Read more... )