I sometimes abuse ampersands

Since marina is a pimp extraordinaire, and her Hannibal post is a thing of majestic beauty, I gave up and finally watched Hannibal. (That might have been a mistake, because Mikkelsen looks like Putin and I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to read Hannibal fics without that unwanted thought in mind. Yuck.)

The series is an important lesson in sticking to your guns, genre-wise. S1 tried hard to be a police procedural. As such, it hardly merited more than a B- for effort, but it tried. S2 went for a Gothic something-or-other: the doppelgangers! the madness! the overall aesthetic! man aspiring to godhead/wrestling with god! The master plot of S2, and I'm pretty much quoting verbatim from the various dialogues throughout the season, is god creating man in his image so that there'd be someone to love him; and realizing, once it's too late, that in point of fact, he created him so that he'd have someone to love. *sprinkle with exercises in theodicy to taste* They should have stopped at that, because S3 is a disaster. I think someone grew too enamoured with their sham metaphysics, and the first half of the season, with all their maybe-postmortem-maybe-not adventures, is impossible to watch with a straight face. I mean, I read a long and technical French work on narratology while skipping the convoluted quasi-philosophical dialogues of S3, and lemme tell you, when lit theory is more exhiting than your murder mystery, you are doing something horribly, irreparably wrong.

Once they switched out of the pensieve mode, it was kinda fun though! almost like reading a fic on AO3, and a one that hits a lot of my major kinks to boot. I didn't expect that so many things that I took to be fanon are indeed canon (like, I thought that Murder Husbands was a fandom moniker. Was I ever wrong.)