NBC’s Hannibal ran for three seasons, but its concept called for at least twice as many.
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.
Daniel Stamm’s film is solidly helmed, if expectedly over-reliant on unnecessarily grisly comeuppances that leave nothing to the imagination.
Alan Ball should leave the handwringing to the kids in Twilight.
Over the years, Alan Ball’s ideological commitment to never kicking any supernatural being out of bed has led to some narrative problems.
The only thing sharper and sexier than the fangs on True Blood is the writing.
An outstanding visual and auditory experience on Blu-ray easily makes up for the show’s shortcomings.
The further Alan Ball steps away from the vamps, the closer he gets to the beating heart of the human.
Pity the poor vampire.
Though less shiny and polished than Stomp the Yard, Ian Iqbal Rashid’s film nonetheless remains a similarly contrived saga.