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Who's in it?
Mads Mikkelsen, Hugh Dancy and Richard Armitage fall into the final dance of death in the Hannibal series finale. But are we all that sad to see it go?
In a nutshell
When Hannibal’s cancellation was announced earlier this year, its army of fans reacted with roughly as much scandalised horror as, say, Dr Lecter faced with the prospect of eating a Pot Noodle. It’s easy to see why the series has aroused such devotion: it’s the most daring show on the box. It dares to take violence and gore to the realm of high art. It dares to depict the well-worn relationship between Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham as a gay romance. It dares to throw aside standard plotting and spend whole chunks of running time on swooning reveries and squidgily grotesque visions straight out of Hieronymus Bosch.
Problem is, it’s forgotten how to be remotely credible or entertaining along the way. The first two seasons were at least slightly connected to a kind of recognisable reality, with characters and situations we could care about. This season, by contrast, has taken place in a barely coherent dream-world – a place where everything is constantly draped in shadows and everyone acts and talks like the stitled, pretentious players in a perfume ad. And where absolutely none of the plot lines makes the slightest bit of sense. So really, it’s no surprise it’s been axed… as with Hannibal’s cooking, it’s just a little too rich for most people’s blood.
What's the verdict?
Having recently seen Hannibal take a saw to Will’s head and the Tooth Fairy bite off Chilton’s lips, any audience still with Hannibal will likely be utterly anaesthetised to the violence by now. And that’s just as well, because it’s likely to go out in a crescendo of blood tonight. We just wish we were hungry for more.