The relationship between Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter may be one of the defining TV romances of our time, a baroque spin on the will-they-won’t-they formula…These are two men who struggled to share themselves with others and found, in each other, someone to finally open up to, someone who could understand and accept them. Hannibal challenged our notions of what sort of love we can accept…

All the same, there was something very special about a show that slowly developed a male romance that didn’t need to be read into by fans or routinely mocked in bits of pitiful gay panic. Hannibal played things as if it were the most natural thing in the world for these two people to love one another, and it achieved that by making sure everything else was bizarre, grotesque and often horrifying. As a result, we’d be encouraged to latch onto the one thing that seemed, in its own way, stable.

I’m going to miss this show.


Hannibal Series Finale Review: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner by Noel Kirkpatrick 

Why you should all go back and watch Hannibal if you haven’t, because at it’s core, it isn’t a serial killer show or a horror show- it’s a romance. Not just any romance, but one of the most powerful, stunning romantic stories that I have ever seen told. And the fact the creator, cast, and crew of this show were brave enough to tell such a story, had the bravery to subvert expectations and not just tell a simple tale limited to blood and horror but instead tell one of forbidden love and emotional intimacy, is frankly, inspiring. And if all future writers and creators could watch this show and learn to treasure and elevate their characters a fraction as much as this show has in its three seasons, then the future entertainment landscape would truly be a glorious place.