Torpor's Aspic, Freelance

"I'm sorry I was such a child about it."-- Mia Farrow

Hannibal is primarily about spectrum disorders, which, to reiterate, is in a subset by itself. Psychopathy, sociopathy, as classifications, have very little to do with disease and chronic conditions that impair mobility, yet both can be disabling, merging into each other. Quadriplegia of any sort can drive people into serious emotional disorders; mental illness can be crippling physically as well as psychologically, and Hugh Dacy gets the Spastic Oscar for portraying Will Graham with such subtly, and the toll these cases take on the sexually attractive child man, another way of voicing my regret that David Slade with his directorial talent was not in my orbit as a high school sweetheart. Not to excoriate the hapless television critic, who has the pressures of space limitation and plebeian diction, but Geoff Berkshire is lazy with his descriptive terms. Will Graham is not crazy. In Bryan Fuller's lexicon, however derivative from Harris, Graham is the true moral center of the series, lacking willful blindness, something that Jack Crawford shares with Hannibal and the other villains in his dragnet.

Fuller and Slade are also gaming the audience with a rather sophisticated casting irony and the allusion to cult classics. A gaming theory that has a language of its own, building on Harris' original creation, moving beyond it, no accident that we are meant to recall the X Files when we see Gillian Anderson's complicity in the allure Mads is able to project as the attenuated cannibal. Like The Following, Hannibal, as a series, is playing a game, at least with those old enough to appreciate Hitchcock's legacy. But what does this gaming signify, with its rich video evolutionary relation? In the regret of lifelong sensual frustration, I should have married a film director. A good one would have looked at my kinked ligaments and hip dislocation as a suspenseful build to climax.

I have been stymied in recent days with my decades old war against case management and its complicity with the zealots from ADAPT. Of course I am a fool, overwhelmed and powerless. I cannot change the system because people like Sherry or the Gladhandler or Joe cannot change themselves, other than to go to DC and roll around in demonstrations for the sake of empowerment, simplistic, retarded, broken bodies, roaring like wounded animals. It is going to take a great deal out of me to force people to respect my narrative, what happened to me.