Dearest members of the DeLaurentiis Company,
While reading, “The Wizard of Oz”, I was struck with the ending and have been thusly inspired. A startling realization dawned as Oz handed out gifts to the Tin Man, the Cowardly Lion and the Scarecrow. The gifts were symbols of the potential each had, but failed to recognize. Unmet potential. Hmm, ring a bell?
First, we find the scarecrow. His ideas are solid, yet he hasn’t the confidence in them. Could that be you, Mr. Harris? Your words brought me to the masses, and yet you hadn’t the strength to stand firm in defense of them. Instead of the backbone necessary to protect my life, you bent like grass in the wind, folding over at the first gust. Was it that, like the scarecrow, you didn’t trust in your own capacity to think for yourself? Instead, you allowed another to rewrite my destiny? You lead me to my slaughter, encouraging my destruction by those who are weak, unruly and believe in nothing. You should have believed in me. I, with all my doubts, still believe in you.
Next, we find the Tin Man, shining and presumably impenetrable, but without a heart. Might that be you, Mr. Fuller? Your idea was ostensibly to redefine Hannibal Lecter. Yours was, allegedly, to become the definitive representation. How dare you have the audacity to make such a claim? Would not Mr. Harris, receive that distinction? I am the supposed anthropomorphized Satan? Not even remotely inspired, dear Sir. I am man making my acts even more savage and terrifying. My mind and my deeds are extraordinary, not supernatural. Devil? Hah! The only thing burning are your ratings as they crash to the ground. Definitive? That is hardly a thought now, is it? Each week, as the indignity of the ratings emerged, did you imagine, as did I, my harpy piercing your flesh? Did that massive wound of failure yaw open with each downward trend? The thought of your pain pleases me.
Finally, the logo for the DeLaurentiis Company is a lion, is it not? Appropriate. Why, in all of the meetings and in all of the proposals did someone not recognize that reimagining an iconic and beloved individual such as myself would be an ill-considered venture? Cowardly or greedy, I do not know, but if money were the motivation, why would you not create a sequel to the movie Hannibal? The ending begged one. Fans have been scouring the Internet for any and all offerings to feed that desire. Market research was readily available. Fans have been visiting fiction sites for just such offerings. It is quite easy to see what is desired. If the storyline was well received, it is reviewed, if not, it is ignored, much like your exercise in futility. What critics think matters little. What is truly important is what the fans who have praised my life and honored my work think. If you finally honored my true life and joined Hannibal with Clarice you could have made hundreds of millions. Instead, you settle for crumbs. If you wish profits, seek redemption with Hopkins and Moore. The road paved in gold is clearly marked. Why have you not taken it?
Hannibal Lecter, M.D.