The Horror Honeys: Hannibal: Season 3, Episode 4 ~ Aperitivo

Hannibal: Season 3, Episode 4 ~ Aperitivo

A Horror TV Honey Episode Recap by Lisa

It feels wrong not to include this
photo in every Hannibal article.
What a visually stunning episode we were treated to with Aperitivo. With a lot of memory palace exploration, a slow, dramatic rehashing of that violent season two finale and finally catching up with the last of the survivors, I cant help but wonder if Hannibal has jumped the proverbial shark. 

So far, season three has been a bit full of itself with its overly somber tone and, at times, over the top art direction, but this episode was so chock full of pretentious story telling devices, that it felt longer than it actually was, was far more emotionally draining than it needed to be and took an entire episode to tell us something that could have been summed up before the first commercial break. This was an exercise in indulgence and I felt overfed by the time it was over.

Watching Dr. Chilton and Mason Verger speak face to face, in the most literal sense of the term, was a voyeuristic treat, but the biggest take away from this encounter is that someone other than Michael Pitt is now playing Verger. Was Mason Verger always such a disgusting cad or did that just come with Joe Anderson who is now playing him? Verger was vulgar to the point of absurdity when speaking with Alana Bloom and it wasnt amusing. You know what was amusing, though? Vergers physical therapist, Cordell, who is totally down with people being eaten alive. I like you Cordell, I like you a lot. If I had lips, I would smile.

What a cad.
Using Chilton as a tool to visit all of the peripheral characters, to bring us up to speed and weave together the revenge that they all want to pay to Hannibal was clever and fun, but it also smacked of Chiltons embarrassing need to be part of the cool kid group. It doesnt matter that you took a bullet to the face and became handy with a concealer brush, Chilton. Youre still that annoying kid who tries way too hard to be accepted. Kudos to you for copyrighting Hannibal the Cannibal, though.

Dr. Alana Bloom has miraculously survived what surely seemed to be a fatal fall from a window and has emerged a new woman. A woman scorned who wears a severe stripe of red lipstick on her overly made up face. Bloom used to favor feminine wrap dresses and a more natural makeup palette. Pairing her old Hollywood hair and makeup with structured suits and a cane that looks as though it can double as a lethal weapon, she is a new and more violent woman and she has her eye on one very special cannibal.
A potential member of the Fierce Femme Fatale Hall of Fame?
Seeing what Jack Crawford endured after magically surviving a glass shard to the throat was equal parts beautiful and heartbreaking. Bella tried to end her suffering last season, but was thwarted by Hannibal. In a true gesture of love, Jack ended Bellas life and the way they showed both their wedding and her funeral in complimentary scenes was tragically lovely. 


By almost completely dispensing of the title character for an entire episode, Hannibal continued to defy traditional television rules and, mostly, it worked, but I simply cant let go of the gnawing feeling that a lot of time was spent on making things overly striking and beautiful and thats not always a good thing. Ending the episode with Will getting ready to sail away was abrupt, weird and confusing. How much time is still left to account for between the events of this episode and the last?

Is Will sailing away to Europe? Seriously, where is he going on this boat trip of his? It doesnt seem as though Hannibal is trying very hard to hide if hes sending notes to Jack and Will. Indeed, he is drawing everyone to him, but does he know just how many people are RSVPing to his deathly soiree? Dont think so. Lastly, where does Frances Dollarhyde fit into all of this? So far, were still playing catch up and blending events from the novels Hannibal and Hannibal Rising into what is a prequel to both of these works.

You'll never be a cool kid.
Never.

Previously published at Haddonfield Horror