HANNIBAL RECAP: S3E1
Oh HECK yeah I’m doing Hannibal recaps. Gird your tasty, tasty loins, my friends – it’s Hanni time.
Previously on Hannibal: “The couple that cannibals together stays together.” - said NO ONE EVER
This week on Hannibal: a Mood Poem, to the mood of “mmmmaaAAAIIEEE”
Season 3, Episode 1: “Antipasto”
WE BEGIN. BUCKLE UP BUDDIES, because we are literally on a motorcycle, driven by Hannibal Lecter. Maybe put on some extra buckles?
Hannibal zoom-zooms through Paris to a baroque remix of the music that plays in 2001: A Space Odyssey whenever people look at those black monoliths, and it is très creeptastic. He gets to some sort of private museum castle or something, filled to the brim with very edible rude fancy people, and begins to prowl through them with his motorcycle jacket & black snake eyes.
Dr. Hannibal Leather
I kinda get the feeling that this is Hannibal in his natural hunting grounds. Back in Baltimore he was like a panther among the strays, but here everyone is on his same level of pretentious fuckery & fine wines, and he’s just like “ahhh yes” and luxuriously flexing his murder muscles.