Trashy 70s & 80s smut, silent film, Victorian actors & randomness
Okay so this is REALLY IMPORTANT and I need everyone who considers themselves a Mash/Mabastian fan to read this. I always thought this ship fandom to be the calm and rational one, we were always the ones to see all sides and react reasonably to spoilers and scripts and have hardly ever reacted to anything with hate. But right now? I can honestly say that I am, for the first time, so incredibly ashamed of this fandom, and if this brought any negative consequences to our show or our ship, it’ll technically be all our own fault for helping fuel it.
Good God, this has been going on?? O__o This makes me glad I just watch the fucking TV show every week and leave it at that. Maybe because my teen fandom years were waaay before Web 2.0, this whole “interaction with your show via social media” is bizarre and foreign and breaks through that wall I like to keep between me and the various creative teams. They do their job, and I’ll do mine - which is to watch the show, or not to watch if it eventually jumps the shark, etc. Whatever happened to fanfic, etc as a way to deal with fan butthurt? Must the show personnel get stalked and abused? WTF?
Does anyone else in da fandom ship them? Or think they might be a serious ship in the show?
I’m so afraid she’s going to kick the bucket by the end of the season. Riario’s angst in the opening scene of the season premiere (“All that we’ve lost”) makes me think he’s going to fall hard for her and then lose her. :(
I take back what I said about Hannibal being the rare horror show where smart characters behave smartly. Beverly was plain stupid. Is it unfair to say that? Of course she doesn’t know what we and Will know about Hannibal, but she was starting to suspect and wouldn’t that mean she’d know the kind of extremely dangerous mind she’d be maneuvering against? And then prepare accordingly? It feels more like someone else close to Will has to die in order for Jack and the BAU to start suspecting Hannibal. I just wish it wasn’t Beverly dying in the service of the plot because she’s so fantastic. But that’s kind of the point, right? She hunted when she should have gone fishing.
Theresa DeLucci - “Hannibal Is the Best Buzzkill”
I really can’t agree with this assessment of Bev’s behavior. Bedelia behaved like a professional and a therapist when she decided that Hannibal was dangerous. She made her arrangements, told Hannibal and Jack about her decision, offered Will support, and then decamped immediately with an eye on her own safety. Will’s behaving like Will; he’s unable to really let his suspicions about Hannibal lie, even though he knows it makes him sound completely delusional at a time when he can’t afford to have people writing him off. Asked to choose between sparing himself and nailing Hannibal, Will is leaning toward stopping the killer than saving himself. Bev is more complicated.
She’s Will’s friend, and she’s the sort of friend who comes to find your ass in the woods in the middle of the night when you’re in the middle of having a nervous breakdown and might be a danger to yourself or others. She wants to believe there’s some way out for him, some way he hasn’t done what they know he’s done. She’s also a cop. She’s not interested in letting killers go, or being told to back off of suspects. And what she’s doing by breaking into Hannibal’s house is behaving like a cop who’s been put in a unique position by her friendship with Will, her instincts as a cop, and Jack’s fast-and-loose approach to standards of evidence.
She wants to believe Will. Jack’s made it clear that her continuing professional relationship with Will is off the books, and that he can’t know about it. When she sees what appears to be a safe opportunity to prove or disprove Will’s pet theory—a theory which seems slightly more plausible as more pieces fit together—she takes it. She has every reason to believe that this will be as safe an outing as possible; Hannibal is with Jack, of all people, seeing to Jack’s wife. He should be neatly tied up while she pokes around. Still, she keeps her gun out. She’s going into this with some understanding that it’s potentially very dangerous. When she sees that she’s been caught, she opens fire.
She’s essentially Miriam Lass 2.0. Jack’s made her complicit with his need for investigations to go his way, and this has been established over and over again. When Mutt & Jeff sass him about evidence, he demands to speak to Bev about it. When Will begins to snap back, he leaves Bev to coax him back in line. When she (correctly) interprets his desire to keep Will available as a resource in spite of the screamingly obvious arguments against it, he goes through the motions of calling her to account and then makes it clear that he has to have both eyes shut while she does exactly what he wants her to. She’s been left to find probable cause on her own, deprived of the back-up to which being a cop entitles her, and her desire to see Will exonerated pushes her into miscalculating the risk she’s running.
Miriam Lass walked into Hannibal’s house blind—a novice trawling for workplace gossip, maybe about a surgeon everyone thought was just a little bit off, that might lead her to a killer—and realized her mistake far too late to do anything about it.
Bev walked into Hannibal’s house on the knife’s edge of belief about his status as a killer, with her gun out and ready to pull the trigger.
If Will was wrong, or delusional, or manipulating her…her professional relationship with Hannibal might suffer. Conceivably, Hannibal could press charges for breaking and entering, or file a formal complaint against her with the Bureau. But he’d proved tolerant and cooperative so far, humoring every last effort to demonstrate that Will’s accusations were baseless. He took the stand in Will’s defense and called him a friend. He’s been understanding. The likely consequence of getting caught doing what she was doing would be a chilling effect on their work together, or the cessation of it all together. She has faith in what Will does, but Hannibal’s work has so far been the sort of thing easily duplicated by another profile or forensic technician. It’s a consequence that can be borne.
And, of course, the most likely consequence of all was that she wouldn’t be caught. An innocent man who finds himself missing a vacu-packed kidney from cold storage might not be too inclined to think much of it, and if he does, he certainly isn’t going to think that someone specific broke into his house and stole it based on the fevered rantings of his incarcerated friend. It becomes a minor breach of trust, the sort of thing to be filed away and forgotten about as the next trial progresses.
And if Will was right, then she would be certain about where to direct the Bureau’s resources to catch and convict a brutal multiple-murderer. She’s not going to confront Hannibal. She’s deliberately picked a time when he’ll be occupied in order to pilfer some small but utterly conclusive item. It’s meant to be recon, not a sortie. She steals the kidney, matches it to a victim, and…it’s inadmissible. Naturally. She knows this. If she obtained the evidence illegally, it can’t go any further than her. If she brings in someone else, it’s conspiracy. If anyone ever finds out, anything they find based on it will be excluded from evidence as well, as fruit of the poisoned tree. Her fact-finding mission can’t tip Hannibal off but has to give her enough trust-me points that she can argue Jack into assigning a tail and ordering stake-outs. She has to be able to say “I know I’m right, but you can’t ask me how I know I’m right” to him, and she has to be able to make it stick.
Going in alone isn’t necessarily the wisest move she could make, and the viewer knows that it’s absolutely unsafe. Will even warns her to stay away from him. But it’s Will speaking to Bev-his-friend, who is (unfortunately in this case) the same Bev who came to retrieve him after his lost time and the same Bev who shot the Other Mother. Bev-the-cop doesn’t blink. In the face of solving the murders, Bev puts her gloves on and goes looking for evidence.