43 minutes and 12 seconds is all it takes Bryan Fuller to deliver irreversible trauma and emotional scarring that shall be engraved onto your psyche for the rest of your life. Well, to be fair, it gradually happens over a course of two seasons; but that doesn’t discount the fact that the season 2 finale of Hannibal is the ultimate blow to your emotional and psychological health.
A fan of psychological thrillers, are you? Have devoured every episode of Dexter, Homeland, Criminal Minds and the likes? Well, news flash, honey- they are all merely baby formula compared to this intestine-churning, heart-squeezing, brain-wrinkling equivalent of a TV show.
Within the first few minutes of the finale, you know it isn’t going to be a smooth ride, not like you were expecting one, and so you have braced yourself. When Will seems to be having the same conversation with Hannibal and Jack at the same time, each asking him if he thinks he is ready to do what is required, your heart thumps in sync with the beats of the background score (and if that didn’t happen, it is probably because you haven’t got one anymore, and you have already been served up at Hannibal’s dining table).
It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that George R.R. Martin has lost his throne as the mass-murderer/shock-deliverer to Bryan Fuller, as the latter manages to wipe off three quarters of the main cast without so much as a wince. Behold, the original psychopath of all time and age!
The most shocking of all revelations is of course the fact that Abigail Hobbs is still alive. But what an existence that must have been like, I shudder to think, with the master manipulator constantly in your head and having developed the Stockholm syndrome. Why else would she push Alana Bloom off of the window? However, the most heartbreaking of it all was Jack trying to get in touch with Bella (fingers crossed about them not being his last moments), I admit, I did tear up a bit at that time.
After all the planning and the scheming, all the double-crossing, who goes scot-free? Hannibal, of course! The moment he realised that Will was about to double-cross him, he didn’t merely escape; he made a grand exit, one that all his foes paid for with their lives. Calmly sipping champagne, he takes off with Dr. Du Maurier to, I am guessing, France.
When Hannibal leaves Will and Abigail bleeding on the floor, you cannot help but experience a déjà vu moment with Will trying to slow down the blood flow from Abigail’s throat. That is one image that shall be imprinted in the deep, dark recesses of every fan’s mind, until the very end of time.
Can we please have a rehab facility made up for the fans of Hannibal, cos right now we would like nothing better than to be dressed in pyjamas, wrapped up in a cosy robe, and walk around like dazed zombies waiting to feast on Bryan Fuller’s brains.