Simple. TNG was of its era. DS9 was way ahead of its era. Voyager was behind its era. Enterprise was a defrosted caveman wandering the modern streets naked and howling.

I will defend Threshold with my last breath. It is Star Trek's glorious Plan nine from outer space. In space.

His score for An American Tail elevates the whole damn picture.

This enormous woman will devour us all!

If you want proof that the Japanese were not ready to surrender consider this: Even after Nagasaki there was an attempted coup against the Emperor by elements of the military when it became known that he was going to surrender. Even after the nuking of two cities they were willing to revolt against a man they…

"We ship those classics off to remake island."
"Remake island?! But the law! Suppose they…"
"No, no. They never come back. As…CLASSICS!"

Black women being objectified in a movie about HIP HOP!? Well I never!

Crush all before you Rick and Morty!

No, the gargoyles are figments of his loneliness induced madness. It's super dark.

Scenes in this episode where I actually could not watch and just looked away (possibly because I've read Hannibal and knew what was in store for Verger but just…Jesus.

. The man gave Chiewtel Ejiofor his big break and my God I wasn't even close to spelling that right.

You have mine sir. Thought Cox was fantastic. Possibly the only Lecter I've seen who I could believe existing in the real world.

The eating of a songbird is a lot like a good marriage.

Wait what when what what when? Because honestly, if he AND Freddie are in on the con the end of this season will be like:

Ahem.

I thought Hannibal actually seemed genuinely discomfitted by how despicable Mason is. Like "Dude, I kill people and eat their stolen organs but you are just AWFUL."

In fainess , if any episode was going to be at the centre of a vast evil conspiracy…

"Chi-hilton and his crazy explanations!"
"Soon Crawford's gonna need his medication! When he hears Chilton's desperate protestations,There'll be trouble in the forest tonight! CHILTON!"

Fishbourne's roar of "CHIIILLTON!" was like something to behold. No wonder the poor little weasel ran.

Proceed? Nay, hasten!