Suffice it to say that, in the world according to Hannibal, everything is for sale; everything is consumable. (The filmmakers may want to quibble about Starling--she only drinks water!--but any cop who mows down five black drug dealers while hesitating to kill a mass murderer can't claim even a tarnished integrity. Plus, Moore is absolutely delectable in that black dress of theirs.) The hero according to Hannibal is the consumer with educated taste: the cruel yet thoughtful gourmand. That would be Lecter. And the villain? Hard to distinguish from the victim, or the viewer. That snake, maybe, chewing on its tail.