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“It’s Alice, who’s actually something new—a woman who occupies the ruthless, super-intelligent Hannibal Lecter spot traditionally reserved for men. This part is a plum, and Wilson—who realizes that the show is enjoyable hokum, not art—plucks it with supreme panache. Boy, is she having a good time. With eyebrows sharp as scimitars and lips acurl with amusement, Wilson’s Alice drifts through the show like a goddess who’s visiting Earth and is endlessly delighted at what fools mortals be.” (X)