Part of the pleasure of Gary Ross’s film lies in watching it turn a typically male-dominated genre on its head.
It remains too uncompromisingly black and white as a character study and a story of the conflicts of faith.
The film doesn’t clear the CGI cobwebs or successfully anchor any of its new events with emotional heft.
This ranking will endeavor to adhere to a rough calculus, weighing the complex pleasures from one episode of our favorite show of 2015 to the next.
Hannibal’s wildly variant, ambitious, possibly final season is sent off in style with a surprisingly thorough home-video package.
Like Lynch before him, Fuller has shined a light over TV’s capacity for eccentric, follow-thy-master poignancy.
The dialogue is as polished, overheated, and savory as one can routinely expect from creator Bryan Fuller.
The romantic subtext is the central emotional motor of the series, what keeps it from collapsing into absurdity.
The episode is taken by “reality” as a terrifyingly fluid and elastic realm, dictated by the conditions of the fragile mind.
There’s quite a bit of accomplished, bitchy verbal game-playing in this marvelous high point of an episode.