Finally! Network comes up with a dramatic series I desire to follow, crock of malarkey back draft echo of Day of the Animals it may be! I have no chastisement to offer Bryan Fuller about the subversive artistry of his Hannibal. I enjoyed it, and the show's contractual problems are unfortunate, but armchair anarchists do not need to view, on a daily basis, the tightly controlled frissons out of the multi-millions bankrolled on the notorious anti-hero of Thomas Harris. Hannibal's mindset is analogous to Google's efficiency model: the surgeon psychiatrist kills for the ephemeral pleasures of culinary aesthetics, and the murderers whose language Lecter understands, these kill for quests on the dark side of Slade's challenge to us that violence has its own beauty in the hands of the artist. Real urban crime simply ripples into a diffusion of responsibility, and I would have attempted to save Sutherland's life. I did act, in North Philadelphia, despite the constant violence which created my controversial posts-- not that I haven't been paralyzed by fear-- but I would have forced the commuters on that car to jump the suspect.
Whoever is writing The Zoo scripts, I have a season cliff hanger to suggest: have two, three pods of orca wipe out California. Give Jerry Brown a cameo and let him stick his head in the jaws of a Seaworld whale we wonderful humans hold captive for our entertainment, and on a mild note to CBS: if your line producers hurt one kitty, then I'm coming to New York and I'll kick your damn asses, kabeesh?
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