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Fatal Riddles: HANNIBAL and the Figure of the Serial Killer in Contemporary Television

Press Play By Spencer Short | Press Play May 15, 2014 at 2:42PM

Why our fascination with "intelligent psychopaths" and serial killers? It's certainly true that there's an audience for gratuitous and/or sadistic violence. The killers are almost invariably white men directing violence (frequently sexual) against "helpless" victims, typically women. But there must be some further appeal.
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It's not a stretch to say that our construction and re-construction of these narratives - and the means we devise to solve their riddles – can tell us something about a given cultural moment.  Shelley's Frankenstein, for instance, provides a strong critique of Romantic hubris, depicting the destructive results of our attempt to "play God" through science.  Centuries later, CSI flipped Frankenstein's script by suggesting a solution in science. CSI kept in place many of the familiar markers of the police procedural, but it also instituted a few significant changes.  Most importantly, it focused on the analytical methods of forensic scientists who preferred to stay far away from the action. ("I don't chase criminals," explains lead-scientist Gil Grissom, "I analyze evidence.")[5]  These scientists function not only as a team, but also as a kind of marketplace of ideas – the laboratory is collaborative but also competitive, with the scientists vying for Grissom’s favor and sourcing solutions from a diversity of character stereotypes including an ex-stripper, an All-American good-old-boy, a strong-but-silently-troubled bad-ass, and geeks galore. For the bulk of its run, the CSI method was explicitly anti-theoretical; speculation earned a quick rebuke from Grissom. It's not difficult to identify in early CSI a pragmatism, a belief in markets (at least of the intellectual variety), and a fetish for technology that reflect the Clinton era that gave birth to it. When Criminal Minds first aired five years later, it adopted this pragmatism, down to its team/market of diverse stereotypes, but swapped out the gleaming machinery of the lab for behavioral models (and a dash of Big Data analysis). Criminal Minds' BAU also operates collaboratively and competitively, dramatically prioritizing an internal trust and transparency that stands in stark contradiction to the inscrutability of the criminals they track. Both CSI and Criminal Minds are notable for the integral, authoritative roles they give to women. Their "marketplace" is an inclusive one, a fact that, to a limited degree, helps off-set the recurrent victimhood of women. Although both CSI and Criminal Minds traffic in pop-philosophy (Criminal Minds actually brackets its episodes with de-contextualized quotes from literature and philosophy), neither treat serial killers as a kind of existential or philosophical threat. Instead, the killer is merely one more problem to be solved, that can be solved, through a combination of reason, diligence, technology, and cooperation.[6]

But what do we make of Hannibal? It's sui generis.  It adapts characters from, but pre-dates, Thomas Harris’s well-known novels.  This means that, to the extent it plans to follow those novels (with some, but not total, fidelity thus far), the audience already knows a great deal about where the narrative is going.  The show centers on Will Graham, played by Hugh Dancey, a “pure empath” who experiences crimes from the criminal's perspective, and Hannibal Lecter, played by Mads Mikkelsen, a psychiatrist who has been brought in by the FBI to help Graham handle the psychic burden of his job (and, eventually, to aid in tracking down killers). There is no mystery for the audience to Lecter's identity, or the fact that he is a psychopath, a killer, and a cannibal.  Instead, the two characters face-off in a kind of dialectical opposition as Lecter attempts to maneuver Graham into becoming a killer himself. The other characters orbit them, occasionally changing polarities for the convenience of the plot.  Dancy's Graham is slightly-built, boyish, soulful, all frayed ends. Although he "teaches" criminal profiling at the FBI training center at Quantico, the show is exceedingly light on the analytical. You could be forgiven for wondering about the substance of his lectures, given the fact that his "talents" are the apparent byproduct of cognitive and psychological abnormalities. Mikkelsen's Lecter manages to be droll, aloof, creepy, charming, and - it must be said - a hell of a clotheshorse. (His plaid suits and large-knotted paisley ties are a costume designer's dream.) He is also an unparalleled chef, a visual artist (he studied drawing at Johns Hopkins on a fellowship), a musician and composer (harpsichord and Theremin), a one-time neurosurgeon, and, now, a psychologist.[7]  He is so refined, and his composure so total, that it would be nice, just once, for the show to sneak up on him as he watches television and eats cereal in sweatpants. 

To be clear, Hannibal is beautiful. And it bears all the hallmarks of prestige television – not just the high quality of the visuals, but also its accomplished cast and casual erudition. That said, the show’s compositions are clearly its calling card. They are meticulous, often daring, and Hannibal consistently fills the screen with striking images drawn from a super-saturated palette.  The most striking images are, of course, the dead bodies themselves, and the show's attentiveness to the "expressive" quality of the murdered body suggests an affinity with David Fincher's Seven (1995).[8]  No matter the killer, the dead bodies of the “victims” are nearly always arranged and presented by the murderer in ways that blur the line between the beautiful and the grotesque. Of the fourteen serial killers thus far, not one has stooped to the banal depths of, say, strangling a prostitute in a dark alley. Although the crime scenes are elaborate, the majority of the actual murders in Hannibal occur off-screen.  Thus we “meet” most victims for the first time when they are already dead, already posed. Only belatedly (and even then only occasionally), through Graham's experience of the crimes, does the audience witness any of the brutality behind the "art." As a result, Hannibal's disinterest in the victims' interior life parallels the disinterest of the killers themselves. Deprived of a backstory, the victims never exist as subjects, only as the eventual objects of the killer's art. That it is art that we're seeing is reinforced again and again as the characters "admire" the monumental design, and, yes, the "poetry" of the “death tableaux.”

The show is equally meticulous thematically. It maps out a symbolic universe of mirrors and reflections, parlor rooms and libraries, sublime landscapes and dream imagery that, in combination with the violence done to the human body, suggests what might result if Eli Roth plucked his writers from a graduate seminar on Lacan. That half the main characters are psychologists permits Hannibal to lay it on thick - for a show about chasing serial killers, it spends a great deal of time listening in on characters in book-lined rooms as they earnestly discuss psychic "borders," dream interpretation, and "identity." In this way, Hannibal shares an intellectual ambition with both The Following and True Detective.[9]  It is a credit to the creators that Hannibal manages to avoid The Following's too-obvious literary aspirations. Like True Detective, it succeeds largely in spite of itself, relying on strong visuals, charismatic performances, and self-awareness to hide an intellectual and narrative preposterousness that grows increasingly hard to ignore.

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Hannibal  incorporates the components of a modern criminal procedural - FBI agents, gunplay, high-tech labs and the quirky squints who occupy them - but it displays none of the other shows’ faith in (or fetish for) methodology.  On the contrary, in the universe of Hannibal, science is inert, ineffective, and easily manipulated. These manipulations rarely serve as a surprise to the audience; instead, as Lecter uses forensic evidence to frame others, send messages, or toy with the FBI, the audience is allowed in on the joke.  The wholesale institutional haplessness of the FBI is driven home by the fact that Jack Crawford (Laurence Fishburne), the Director of the BAU, spends most of Season One sharing meals with Lecter in which they eat the very victims of the crimes he's investigating.  The medical and psychology professions fare no better. Lecter "gives" Graham encephalitis then corrupts (and then kills) the neurologist to keep it quiet. The psychiatrist Chilton, who manages to survive his encounter with Gideon only to be killed soon after by means of one of Hannibal's more elaborate strategems, is a blowhard and fraud.  In the course of a couple of episodes, Lecter manipulates both the FBI and Graham's love interest (a psychologist consultant to the FBI) into believing that Graham is a serial killer.  Naturally, it's also Lecter who later gets him freed. Lecter's ability to manipulate and escape detection is explained in Mephistopholean and metaphysical terms by the few who recognize his dangerousness - he's Satan, he's smoke, he can't be seen. As Lecter's psychiatrist (an excellent Gillian Anderson) explains to him, severing their relationship before fleeing town in fear, "I’ve had to draw a conclusion based on what I glimpsed through the stitching of the person suit that you wear." That the stitching holds up as long as it does may be Hannibal's sole mystery.

Lecter espouses a superficially stringent code of etiquette and ethics, and a breach of these codes can have fatal consequences.  Like all things Hannibal, however, this code frequently bends to his will.  Although it may be Lecter's world we're living in, fortune doesn't only favor Lecter; it favors all the killers, who always seem to finish their "monuments," no matter how ambitious, without any wires snapping, without the whole Rube Goldbergian apparatus tumbling down, and without interruption.[10]  From time-to-time, Hannibal slyly concedes a universe in which psychopaths are not an exception but rather a kind of cabal, fixing and amending its rules. "Look at us," the journalist Freddie Lounds (Lara Jean Chorostecki) observes to Graham and Lecter, "a bunch of psychopaths helping one another out."

Still, Lecter's ability to manipulate the actions of others, even from remote distances (of space and/or time) suggests not so much that he's playing chess while the FBI plays checkers, but rather that all of us are merely pawns in a match he plays against himself for idle amusement. Stripped of a Sphinx-like "fatal riddle," the drama of Hannibal is reduced to Lecter's attempt to corrupt Graham. Its focus on the "borders" that separate "us" from psychopaths suggests that its closest relative is Showtime's Dexter.  But it lacks a central paradox like the one that animated the first few seasons of Dexter. There, the audience was encouraged to root for Dexter's happiness, his normalization. But any relationship with Dexter posed, by its very nature, a mortal risk. As those who cared for him were endangered or killed, Dexter forced its audience to examine its own complicity in the violence.  Hannibal, on the other hand, solicits admiration at the risk of leaving complicity unexamined. The shows share an additional thematic similarity, however. And it’s a significant one. The bumbling nature of the Miami police in Dexter mirrors Hannibal’s hapless FBI; both shows mask an inherent pessimism with a kind of “flawed hero”-worship, suggesting a need to delegate the fight against “evil” to someone different, and better, than us. This is not a new trope. The transformation of Sherlock Holmes into a “high-functioning sociopath” on Sherlock and the emotional and intellectual volatility of Criminal Intent’s Detective Goren are just two recent examples that suggest that the battle against psychopaths can only be won by psychopaths. We’re watching Titans and Olympians battle it out across the mountaintops. Or, more aptly, it’s a comic book universe as seen through the lens of the DSM.

Nonetheless, Hannibal can be commended for its even-handed approach to victimhood - it has avoided the kind of unrelenting victimization of women (victimhood is distributed across gender and race) that plagues Criminal Minds, and that famously drove Mandy Patinkin from the cast. It also largely avoids that show's uncomfortable voyeurism.  But does that discomfort have a kind of value? By hiding so much of its actual violence from us, Hannibal often leaves the audience with nothing but passive admiration of its technical accomplishment.  Having pre-emptively emptied both science and the law of value, it cannot offer comment or critique. Having tilted the universe so fully in favor of its killers, Hannibal self-limits what it can tell us about the nature of evil - banal or otherwise - in the world off-screen.[11] Because of this, Hannibal struggles to justify either its graphic violence or its body count.  Does it need justification? None of my criticism detracts from the show's direction and acting - which are excellent, and significantly better than its kin, save perhaps for True Detective. It's possible the wealth of surface pleasures is enough. At one point, Graham criticizes Crawford for "mythologiz[ing] banal and cruel men who didn’t deserve to be thought of as supervillains."  That the show itself goes on to do exactly that suggests a winking, Lecter-like self-awareness. In these moments the show is most fully a reflection of the title character himself - clever, facile, worldly, stylish, vicious, and hollow.  As the audience, we are in on the joke but denied the riddle.

Spencer Short is an attorney and author. His collection of poetry, Tremolo (Harper 2001), was awarded a 2000 National Poetry Series Prize. His poetry and non-fiction have been published in The Boston Review, Coldfront, the Columbia Review, Hyperallergic, Men’s Digest, Slate, and Verse. He lives in Brooklyn.



[1] An informal count tallied more than three times as many serial killers in the combined twenty-five years of SVU and Criminal Intent than in the twenty years of the original Law & Order.

[2] As far back as 1988, NBC broadcast the short-lived and before-its-time Unsub, starring Starsky & Hutch's David Soul as the leader of a team of FBI forensic scientists tracking the same kinds of "unknown subjects" at issue in Criminal Minds.

[3] The dramatic improvement in the third season of The Killing suggests that a serial killer plotline can serve to stabilize an ambitious, but troubled, show. In other cases, serial killers have been used to lend “lightweight” shows a sense of substane; hence the serial killer plotlines in lighter fare such as NCIS, Bones, and even the soap operas Loving and One Life to Live.

[4] Tiffany, Infidel Poetics (2009), p. 72.

[5] Grissom was played by William Petersen who, coincidentally, played Will Graham in Michael Mann's Manhunter (1986) the first  adaptation from Thomas Harris's Lecter novels. It was remade as Red Dragon in 2002.

[6] Fox’s Bones is another example of the “empirical” procedural and is strongly indebted to CSI.

[7] Lecter also has an exceptionally keen sense of smell – at one point he claims to have “smelled” Graham’s encephalitis – a trait he shares with Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, the serial killer anti-hero of Patrick Susskind’s novel Perfume. In Susskind’s novel, the hyperosmia is actually what drives Grenouille to kill.

[8] Twelve years later, Fincher would again direct a film about a serial killer - this time the Zodiac - but would focus less on the overtly apocalyptic and the graphically violent and focus instead on the destructive internal toll that the Zodiac's "fatal riddle" imposed on those investigating him.

[9] It also shares significant structural similarities to The Following but that is beyond the scope of this piece, mostly because it would have required watching more of The Following.

[10] Contrast all of this with the one victim we see who manages to escape from a killer: he leaps from a bluff to the river below only to bounce awkwardly against the rocks and plunge, already dead, into the water.

[11] The fantastic British crime drama The Fall (also, coincidentally, starring Gillian Anderson) provides a welcome antidote to this self-regard. It shares a number of structural similarities to Hannibal, but manages to capture a tension between menace and banality that is wholly absent from Hannibal.

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