"The girl gave off an aura of distinct dottiness. Perhaps it was the fact that she had stuck her wand behind her left ear for safekeeping, or that she had chosen to wear a necklace of butterbeer caps, or that she was reading a magazine upside down."
It feels increasingly like the places are enveloping their characters in a grid of lines and bars. (..) Fuller emphasizes this by drawing close to these gridded habitats, suffocating the mere mortals in slowly zooming, confining shots. (…) The overwhelming impression is not just that the world is imprisoningthe characters, but also that Hannibal is the force behind the imprisonment. The lines seem to become puppet strings. [x]