The series changes quite a bit after the first season, and the morbid murders and the impressive images of an evergrowing symbolic-artistic direction only strengthen when at the end of this first season the Hannibal Lecter card is displayed adding to the mixture of full-blown cannibalism and the kind of excruciating empathy for a criminal mind of the worst kind that we've seen back in Lolita's days.
The extent of Hannibal's mind is never fully explained and I would never ask them to, for a mysterious character is at its best. The series culminated in the synergy of the apparent opposite main characters, Hannibal and William Graham, into images of bloody mayhem and madness.
All of this, even if very much of my liking and exquisitely produced and executed, is not the kind of show one can casually waltz into at the end of labor work; the plot is dark, unnerving, anguishing, and disturbing. I have no doubt that's the reason why it's no longer broadcast.
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