Ode to Hannibal I was scrolling – wallowing – through the Netflix abyss, Avoiding Mister Darcys, Tall Dark and Handsomes. I was seeking light viewing which would put my heart at ease. Mister Right could go and burn beneath the heat of a thousand suns. They called it Gore and Thriller, which captured that day’s mood. Presented with that pallid face and the bore of flintstone eyes, I knew that I would be indulged with an opposite Colin Firth Who...
