TheBacklot: I’ve said to you before that I sometimes expect Hannibal and Will to just start kissing. The scenes are often so intimate. Can you talk about the homoeroticism between these two characters that are not gay?
Bryan Fuller: I’m not sure about Hannibal. I think Hannibal is a very broadly spectrumed human being/fallen angel, who probably is capable and interested in everything humanity has to offer. Whereas Will Graham is very definitely heterosexual, but that does not necessarily prevent us from a homoerotic subtext. It’s practically text in a couple of episodes just because we really want to explore the intimacy of these two men in an unexpected way without sexualizing them, but including a perception of sexuality that the cinema is actually portraying to the audience more than the characters are.
There’s a scene at dinner where we were tackling in the edit bay because it was so transparently homoerotic. They were doing something that was not sex or anywhere near sex, but it was shot so suggestively that they may as well have been. I think that’s the fun of this show, is that particularly at the end of episode eight, which is a very intimate moment between Will and Hannibal where Will crosses a line of sorts, with his own psyche. And Hannibal is there to welcome him on the other side with open arms. And it is, once again, not sexual in any way, shape or context, but the intimacy of the performances and the enthusiasm of Hannibal, and pride of Hannibal as he looks at Will, there is hard to deny an attraction between these men.
And, to be absolutely clear, it is not sexual, but it’s beyond sexual. It is pure intimacy in a non-physical way. But it is that intimacy between heterosexual men that I’m fascinated with because it does go beyond physical parameters to this very primal basic male bonding place. That, as a gay man, I am outside of, because it is unique. Because it is free of a sexuality and/or intimation of sexuality. Yet anyone in the audience who is attracted to either of the men will feel that energy.
"I think it would be quite something to know you in private life." -ME TO BRYAN FULLER, EVERY DAMN DAY
Saw my all time favourite dress. Great opportunity to shoot some close-ups!
Yo guys, check God’s youngest seraphic lieutenant asking if we really have to kill… all the humans?
There exists a popular Greek legend which talks about a mermaid who lived in the Aegean for hundreds of years, who was thought to be Thessalonike. The legend states that Alexander, in his quest for the Fountain of Immortality, retrieved with great exertion a flask of immortal water with which he bathed his sister’s hair. When Alexander died, his grief-stricken sister attempted to end her life by jumping into the sea. Instead of drowning, however, she became a mermaid, passing judgment on mariners throughout the centuries and across the seven seas. To the sailors who encountered her she would always pose the same question:
"Is Alexander the king alive?" (Ζει ο βασιλιάς Αλέξανδρος;), to which the correct answer would be:
"He lives and reigns and conquers the world." (Ζει και βασιλεύει, και τον κόσμο κυριεύει).
Given this answer she would allow the ship and her crew to sail safely away in calm seas. Any other answer would transform her into the raging Gorgon, bent on sending the ship and every sailor on board to the bottom.
I wouldn’t necessarily mind people not knowing I’m gay, but I don’t like being thought of as straight — in the same way that I don’t mind people not knowing I’m a writer, but it would be awkward if they assumed I was an extreme skateboarder, because that’s so far removed from the reality of my life. But there is no blank slate where orientation is concerned; we are straight until proven otherwise. And if you’ve never seen how dramatically a conversation can be derailed by a casual admission of homosexuality, let me tell you, it gets awkward.
HUDSON : Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?
VASQUEZ : No, have you?
Color Study: Desert Sky
Alice Blue, Baby Blue, Sky Blue, Periwinkle, Peach, Carnation Pink and Rose.
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Imagine Hugh Dancy taking photos of especially prime sections of airport carpeting. Hugh Dancy scouring the terminal for a section of airport carpet with no stains, no runs, with just the right lighting to facilitate his airport carpet review. Hugh Dancy taking six different photos of this square of carpet on his camera phone with intentions of choosing “the best one,” frowning faintly when they all look the same. Hugh Dancy has done this, in reality. I want everyone to understand that Hugh Dancy has done this. At least eight different times. He has done this to such a degree that he has aroused suspicion from security.
And now his efforts have been rewarded by a Tumblr user who thinks his airport carpet photos are worthy of being reblogged on their own. No context given. No context needed. Hugh Dancy is existing somewhere on the planet right now. He is sleeping, eating, making love to his beautiful wife Claire Danes (who has ALSO WRITTEN AN AIRPORT CARPET REVIEW. TUSCON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT). Hugh Dancy is existing, completely unaware that someone sees his airport carpet photos as art for art’s sake.
What a world.