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Dear ladies and gents,
y’all know by now I can be a bit of a silly blonde sometimes. Yes, I can be dense. Frustratingly so at times. And nowhere it is more apparent then when I’m watching Hannibal.
On paper Hannibal is my type of show. Totes goriffic (gore+horrific – and yes, I made up that word just now), with compelling leads and interesting storyline (although the first few episodes were a bit slow for my taste). And yes there is plenty of gore. And tons of serial killers, which what the what surely it is not possible that serial killers are lurking around every corner? Be as it may – it’s an interesting show, I should be able to focus for some 40 odd minutes, right? Wrong.
The minute I switch it on, it’s like I have turned into an individual with a severe case of ADD.
To give you an example here is how my brain works once Hannibal is on – oh cat! must pet the cat! hmmm I got the munchies, what can I eat? Cake/almonds/fruits/crisps (it all depends on the day) A moment of calm and then… I’m thirsty, I need water (am on strict regime of 2 liters per day) Dog! Must pet the dog! Oh forgot to check whichever website! On and on it goes.
I know, I despair of myself sometimes (and before you ask this only happens when any given show is extremely boring and I just give up after one episode).
And then what happens is that I obvs (OBVS) lose the plot. Between Will Graham’s hallucinations and my whatever it is that I just described up there, it’s no wonder I can’t tell what’s happening. Does the FBI even suspect Hannibal (played brilliantly by Mads Mikkelsen I might add) is a serial killer? Does Will Graham suspect? Surely he must, isn’t that the whole purpose why he was hired, because he KNOWS these things? And surely someone with a name Hannibal who is sooo extremely particular about his food should be a suspect from the get go? I know.
But. I am not giving up. I will see it through all the courses. Because damn it, I need to know what happens.






