So Bummed over Hannibal
By Risë Birnbaum
NBC put a fork in the show and said “it’s done.” And I need to up my meds ‘cause the thought of losing Mads is maddening.
I’ve been a fan of Mads Mikkelsen since “After the Wedding” years ago, and you couldn’t ask for a more perfect lead to this lush, beautifully shot, seductive show. I mean I love food shows AND thrillers and this is the perfect blend of the two. Where else can you watch a guy in a painted-on Savile Row suit flambé a human liver with cognac reduction and nibble on it with a side of kidney carpaccio and a full-bodied red? This is not exactly Diners, Drive-ins and Dives, and it’s even way too bizarre for Mr. “I’ll eat anything” Andrew Zimmern.
This show is divine — a feast to our senses. I swear I can actually smell all the roasting and toasting as Hannibal so capably sears up a storm in his kitchen after dispensing with another victim. A recent show had Hannibal keeping a colleague alive while he skillfully removed one leg, then the next limb, braised them to perfection and then invited the poor wheelchair-bound houseguest to the table for dinner. A meal to die for. And his knife skills are pure heaven. (Even Gordon Ramsey would concede that fact.)
It seems I’m not alone in my Hannibal romance (Hannibromance?). When NBC announced it was dropping the show’s next season, fans (or fannibals) took twitter by storm to try to resuscitate the dying show #Hannibal. How can we lose this lush, sexy mix of style, fashion, food and blood?
My guess is, we won’t. If NBC doesn’t backpedal and opt to keep the show, another network will gobble it up fast. It’s too good. Mads Mikkelson is the perfect dinner host, and Gillian Anderson and Hugh Dancy make very nice side dishes. And if they aren’t enough, the word round the table is that David Tennant may make a guest appearance. Now, that’s a dinner party worth joining. Just don’t wear white.