This series is solidly mediocre, and that would be fine if it didn't pretend to be more. It shows formulaic contempt for science and inattention to detail while relying heavily on metaphysical and symbolic ...stuff. But that stuff gets lost in more stuff that's piled on top of more stuff, because so much cleverness needs to be crammed into the episodes. There's no time for the clarity and simplicity of purpose that would make Hannibal terrifying and/or likable. His motives are as convoluted as the food he makes, and we aren't allowed to know them. It's probably because neither he nor the makers of the show got that far themselves.

Release comes when two characters, one of them a protagonist, go at each other in good old 007-style combat. To hell with style and culture. Now you can finally go look for another show to watch.

And someone, please give the writers a book on anatomy. There is nothing on the right side of the body at waist level that can bleed out in seconds.