Editor’s Note: Amanda’s mom told us that she’d make sure her daughter delivered herHannibal commentary by Monday every week, and so far, it seems to be working.
Hannibal, are you just messing with me now? Did you not think the sight of the Wendigo in fancy business wear would not break me into a giggly mess? You start off all serious with the courtroom and Will on trial for his life, then Hannibal Lecter swears in, the camera cuts to Will, then back to Hannibal and BOOM! IMPECCABLY DRESSED NIGHTMARE CREATURE! I wasn’t ready for that. The world wasn’t ready for that. That rotten pistachio of a head sprouting out of a crisp three-piece suit that was probably made in Europe somewhere. And then Fancy Wendigo sits back, all chill, all “I will be happy to add some clarity to the proceedings, Your Honor,” as if he doesn’t look like he just stepped out of a cocktail party in hell. I know only Will could see him, but just the way no one in the courtroom reacted to that at all, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, that shit is hilarious.
Oh, Hannibal. Oh, you.
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