I promised myself that I’d never let an Apple Store Soho event catch me off-guard again — or worse, pass me by. So I’ve been checking their schedule religiously. And lo and behold, about three days before the event itself, I spot a Hugh Dancy on their event calendar. In his ‘Hannibal’ mask. I nearly peed myself with excitement.
I was lucky enough to have attended the event that they had with Mads Mikkelsen and Thomas Vinterberg for Jagten (The Hunt), which was packed with (mostly ‘Hannibal’) fans. Hugh’s event was decidedly smaller. But I didn’t care. I was in the first row, people, with Frenchie and my best friend… just a few feet away from Mr. Dancy’s adorable red-socked feet.
He was incredibly articulate and funny as hell. And I was impressed: he commanded the interview in a way that I hadn’t seen before, at one point guiding the Apple staff to play one particular clip instead of another that they had synced up. He was clearly excited to be there and excited to talk about his character. He even pointed out someone in the audience with a flower crown (“I see a flower crown, hello!”), and seemed decidedly pleased by it. He has a thousand and one facial expressions, and he’s even more attractive in person than in photos or in television. That accent is divine. Lighthearted and very, very polite. But I’ll come back to that later.
I got to ask him a question about Will Graham and if it’s taught him anything about mental health. At least, I THINK that’s what I asked. Honestly, I can’t remember what it was, let alone what the answer was, because he spent the next two minutes looking DIRECTLY INTO MY EYES as he answered. Didn’t look away. Not for one second. I remember nodding and smiling but I was dying inside, not listening. I’m patiently waiting for Apple to release the video of the event to jar my memory.
Now, the main event.
We scrambled out of the Apple Store and tried to find the back door. We did. It was just the three of us and one other fellow. Apple employees came out, by the ones and two, and we waited. And waited.
Finally, a glimmer of Mr. Dancy as he left. He was halfway down the street until I mustered up the strength to squeak out his name.
He turned around and WALKED BACK TO US and asked us how he could help us. Oh, what a loaded question. We asked for pictures and he happily obliged, putting his arm around us. We died. He was so polite and friendly — best celebrity experience EVER. Hugh Dancy, you’ve reached perfect gentleman status in my heart.
(Frenchie: IN CONCLUSION, WE GOT TO TOUCH “THE FANCY” AND WE’RE STILL SCREAMING ABOUT IT.)
Well, here we are Ladies, Gents, and everyone in between. The “he-ate-us” has officially begun! As of yesterday, it will have been an entire week since we’ve fed on a fresh slice of “Hannibal“. *Oh, yes, the puns will continue ad infinitum. Best to make peace with it.
By now, the non-encephalitic shakes have settled in as has the answer-less question of “What in thehell do we do ’til next year?!” We have at least 9 months of torture and madness ahead of us before…we get new episodes of torture and Mads-ness. Ergo, I am here to help you, children. And hopefully myself in the process! So, here it is. Ideas to get us through the full-length pregnancy on the horizon:
1.) The most obvious is an intensive re-watch session. Take a day, close the blinds, brew the caffeinated beverage of your choice,light a candle, and mainline the entire first season in one go. This is INCLUDING “Oeuf” if you can get your greedy little hands on it, which I trust you will; I have faith in you.
For the more faint of heart or those willing to prolong the agony of the main course (what did I tell you about puns? You think this is a game?!), there’s also the additional option of restricting your re-watch to a mere 2 episodes a day. You know, if you have that sort of willpower.
2.) Same as above but with friends! A re-watch party! Wooooooooo! It’ll be like the difference between masturbating and an orgy, trust me. Go on, wail over Will’s demise with friends. Then have a cocktail.
3.) Speaking of parties, a “Hannibal” themed party would be most excellent, yes? Everyone dressed to the nines, eating people food they can’t pronounce, most of it somehow related to a dish our beloved cannibal has previously introduced us to. I, for one, will be sticking with a protein scramble because I’m Puerto Rican and pretty sure that shit is just a Pastelon in disguise. Om nom nom. Feel free to have a more healthy version to avert the guilt I already sense brewing among the masses:
4.) Embrace the source material, y’all. All the source material! Not only are there the novels by Thomas Harris (thanks, boo) but there are also all the Hannibal-related films to be devoured, i.e. “Manhunter”, “Silence of the Lambs”, etc. IMDB is your friend.
There are already many out there who’ve gone this route whether before or after watching our new favorite show. That’s besides the point! They’re delicious. I can’t think of a single reason not to marinate in the richness of the characters Harris has created for us. Its like going from 2D to 3D, to be honest.
5.) Now that we’re on the subject of reading…c’mon, please tell me you already know what I’m about to suggest here: FANFICTION, people. Fanfiction. Now, if you’re prone to scoffing, swallow that for a moment and just consider the fact that there are millions of honest to goodness quality writers out there who are just as obsessed with Harris’s world as you are. Just because they’re not published, it doesn’t mean that they suck. There are established writers as well as burgeoning writers in the fandom, all of them in favor of constructive criticism and, frankly, friends to flail with.
Granted, there is also crap writing out there but lest we forget the existence of Stephanie Meyer’s writing “prowess”? Exactly. *gag* So, hush. That all beings said, go read fanfic! Go write fanfic! Go out and merely encourage others to do so and be the impetus for someone discovering a talent they didn’t know they had! It’ll be yet another way to soothe the well-done grill marks of an almost year-long break between seasons. Should you be so inclined, go here first: Archive of Our Own
6.) Umm. Cry?
On a joyful note: Bryan Fullerand his band of merry men/women will begin the writing for Season 2 in earnest come Monday. Here’s to hoping they take pity on us and throw juicy tidbits along the way. Keep track by following them on twitter: