I blame Hannibal. I really, deeply do. After all, the alarming trend of movies and horrors going to the small screen to drag out a premise over several episodes, seasons and more because a fan-base is already there to manipulate. As a fan of art, I don’t lament it too much; dependent on the mind behind it and the reasons for interpreting material, the product could be phenomenal. But for every Hannibal, there’s a Bates Motel. Because Bates Motel is a shoddy series intent of profiting off Psycho much like the sequels and will shove anything in there such as rape because the writing was so poor, dull and lifeless.
But yet again, it raps on my door like incessant house-keeping and as I caught the season three opener, I wondered if it had changed its tune. Perhaps they had developed
No. It’s still shit.