Ah yes, a classic pairing: The sophisticated cannibal and his wannabe-antichrist protégé.
Hannibal Lecter is such an iconic villainous sex symbol at this point that I feel compelled to ask each new acquaintance: When did you first realize that you were in love with a suave fictional serial killer? I mean good lord, the man is a world-class chef, his sense of style is impeccable, and his catch-phrase is “Whenever possible, I prefer to eat the rude.” He drips romance. Anthony Hopkins has never been sexier.
And Dolarhyde, well – who doesn’t love a damaged bad boy? Hypothetically speaking, of course. Assuming you’re into biting and butt tattoos, he’s the full package, baby! Plus, he’s canonically super strong, so you could climb him like a tree and he’d handle it like a champ. It doesn’t much matter if he’s played by Ralph Fiennes or Tom Noonan, Dolarhyde is a snack.
Problematic Rating:
Hannibal: 7/10. Pretty problematic, but he’s good boyfriend material despite the murdering and cannibalism.
Dolarhyde: 6/10. Come on, he doesn’t even like killing people, he just wants to transform into the devil so his shitty dead mom will leave him alone.