|It's cool. It's a funeral in my mind palace, too.|
(**Did you guys know there was a coda in 'The Wrath of the Lamb'? If you haven't seen it, fast-forward to the end of the episode for it then come back and read this after because the contents of said scene will be discussed herein!**)
Good lord, where do I even start with this blessed blood-soaked cinematic climax? I mean how does one show manage Gothic, monstrous and campy often in the same breath? I will miss this show very very much but this finale brought the house down.
Don't try to run. I can catch you.
Watching Dolarhyde set his house on fire with Reba in it bears out nuances in Armitage's acting that somehow had remained hidden even in his previous marvelously layered scenes. Because it's Dolarhyde who's acting for Reba so she'll believe the masterful hoax being perpetrated in her very presence. (Later, Jimmy and Brian capture the gist of this in their own special way, but I digress.) All I kept thinking though was, well, if he didn't have anything to lose before, he sure as hell doesn't now and we all know what that means. Well, now he thinks he can do anything. Anything. Anything!
|Reba, I feel the same way.|
If I can see you, you can see me.
So when Dolarhyde shows up at Will's motel room, it was anyone's guess what the bleep was going to come of their visit. And that was it then -- the tension was turned up unbearably high, never to let up again until the episode's conclusion. After several rewatches, Will was orchestrating all of it with not always clear outcomes, I'd guess, but he was the most in control, next to il Mostro, of course. (Hannibal talking about laying one's life down for a friend while he stands between the bullet from Dolarhyde and Will might be my favorite moment of his to date.) As an aside, Dolarhyde's comment about Will's face being closed to him really struck me as specific. (As well as unsettling, weird, beautiful and sad, but I digress.) Is that why the mirrors?
|The ex-boyfriends' club.|
It's all degrees of disadvantage.
Will is fucked 6 ways to Sunday. It's really never been more clear, the unique situation he's in. Imagine a version of events, you wouldn't have regretted. He can't go home, he can't not go home, he can't continue on with Hannibal behind bars, he can't live with him not behind bars. And the funhouse doesn't have any value any longer. Looking back at Will, he's really come around the bend to both know himself and take his fate into his hands. Must be all that great therapy! (Or has he simply been having lots and lots of conversations?) Remember when he couldn't even reliably look Jack in the eye? He's now leap-frogging off one dangerous serial killer in order to take out another.
It was, though, pure entertainment watching Bedelia lose her shit (for her) once and for all. If he does end up eating you, Bedelia, you'd have it coming. Her measured speaking obliterated by fear. I also love that the shift in her state of grace has compelled her to switch to scotch. That diopter shot -- SWOON. I mean during the whole scene I was salivating at the pretty pretty people saying pretty pretty words to one another but that shot almost made me come unglued.
|This shot is so money.|
Every moment since is borrowed.
In easily one of my favorite scenes, Hannibal does not hold back in detailing the particulars of the deal Alana made with him. He tells her he owns everything good in her life with the most unflinching directness I can ever remember him resorting to. Bryan Fuller stated that he thought Alana Bloom should have a happy ending which is why she's still alive after the finale. Uh, I don't know that this constitutes a happy ending, even on a show called Hannibal because paranoia --
But the fact that she is surrounded by love (not to mention a staggeringly gorgeous family) is something. And it's a lot more than anyone else got.
|It's official. Their combined wardrobe is fabulous.|
You're playing games with yourself in the dark of the moon.
I think the second scene Will has with Hannibal at the BSH, Hannibal was thinking something along the lines of, 'You know, it sounds like you've quasi-got this. And I, for one, can't wait to see how this all turns out!' Will's plan, however, was tenuous as hell. Each time he explained it, it sounded more outlandish but still I wasn't prepared for the Dragon ambush on the highway! With stunt driving and silencer! That sequence was incredibly tense! It was brilliant to show it from Will's POV. (All the applause, Michael Rymer.) Did you see the quick edit of Francis from the elevator at the Brooklyn Museum? It's like hazy Will was rifling though all of Dolarhyde's skills and their respective outfits in a matter of seconds before he'd come to. Raise your hand if you think that Will arranged all of it -- soup to nuts. (Aw, it's the last review and I've been holding back so long!)
|You have the right to remain silent.|
See. This is all I ever wanted for you, Will. For both of us.
That last act, you guys. I'm still swooning. I might be for quite some time. There was so much non-verbal communication happening between Will and Hannibal -- the layers were real, people. In the end, Hannibal was undeniably framed by romance. A murderous one, brimming with the shared desire to be unleashed, acknowledged and confirmed by another. Now, who among us doesn't want understanding and acceptance? The taking down of The Great Red Dragon was maybe all the two ever needed to achieve for whatever transcendence beyond the corporeal they were in search of. After the cliff dive, and in the following minutes, hours and days, I feel this finale has fulfilled every promise in the last 3 seasons. If Hannibal comes back in any form, I'll be the first one there supporting it in any capacity but if this is it, I'm okay with that, too. I can't help but think that's among the highest compliment given to a piece of moving art?
|Isn't a cliffside house everyone's dream just a little bit?|
Ready or not. Here he comes.
The coda! As warm and content as I am with the outcome of this fairytale, I wouldn't expect anything less from this show than a (pretentious as hell!) post-credits scene that's visually, psychologically and emotionally as wild, outrageous and disarming as every other that's come before it. I suppose this could and will change if there's more to the story, but until then, for me, Bedelia was beating Hannibal and Will to the punch because she's just that kind of girl.
|I'll say it one last time -- HAIR IMPECCABLE.|
One last thing -- it's been one of my truest pleasures to review this show. I am ecstatic and deeply grateful that my first experience with reviewing was Hannibal. It's taught me so much and I have become a better writer and all around human for it. I'm going to do a wrap-up on the series with a few interviews with some of the creative team as well, so please check back in a couple of weeks. Thank you for reading and please, please let me know what you thought about this finale in the comments section!
Odds and Ends:
*Whoever directed the Vergerbaby to jump over that step on the way to the helicopter -- bless. It was perfectly Mason, in the best way possible.
*They mastered the shit out of their schtick with their final scene.
*Hey, at least she brought flowers.
*You know you're going to miss this.
Hannibal: “It won't be the same. You'll see it's not the same. The unspoken knowledge will live with you, like unwanted company in the house.”
Hannibal: “Will. Was it good to see me?“
Will: “Good? No.”
Will: "I understand "that blood and breath "are only elements undergoing change to fuel your Radiance." Hannibal said those words. To me.”
Will: “Decisions are made of kneaded feelings. They're more often a lump than a sum.”
Will: “I guess this is my Becoming.”
Bedelia: “What you are 'becoming' is pathological.”
Bedelia: “You've just found religion. Nothing more dangerous than that.”
Will: “I'd pack my bags if I were you, Bedelia. Meat's back on the menu.”
Hannibal: “Do please tell Frederick, if you see him, I wish a speedy convalescence and hope he won't be very ugly.”
Hannibal: “You died in my kitchen, Alana, when you chose to be brave... Your wife your child they belong to me. We made a bargain for Will's life, and then I spun you gold.”
Hannibal: “You know, Will, you worry too much. You'd be much more comfortable if you relaxed with yourself. Going my way?”
Hannibal: “The bluff is eroding. There was more land when I was here with Abigail. More land still when I was here with Miriam Lass.”
Will: “Now you're here with me.”
Hannibal: “And the bluff is still eroding.”
Hannibal: “You and I are suspended over the roiling Atlantic. Soon all of this will be lost to the sea.”
Hannibal: “Save yourself, kill them all?”
Will: “I don't know if I can save myself. Maybe that's just fine.”
Will: “It's beautiful.”