I’ve held off on watching True Blood for a while. At first I heard things like “this show is amazing! You gotta watch!” and then it quickly turned to “that show is crap” or “it’s just a big dumb soap opera” to eventually “omg you have to watch because the men are so hot”. So obviously, I became intrigued. As someone who’s been too inundated with images of naked women romping about (Game of Thrones, even though I love you, give it a rest already), I figured it was fine time to get to see a show that celebrated the male form. The NUDE male form. Hence, True Blood.
But even though my initial impulse to watch wasn’t necessarily noble, I quickly became interested in the story and fell in love with (most) of the characters. Lafayette, Tara, Sam, Jason, Alcide, Jessica, Eric, Andy, Pam …. just a few who are never predictable and every time you see them they add another notch of complexity. Much like Friday Night Lights, it’s easy to pigeonhole these “types” before you get to know them, and then watch as they unfold into ever changing, unpredictable people.
Except for Sookie. Ugh. Can they do something with her, please?
Sure, I could tell on the series when they were throwing in obligatory Maenad sex parties or romps with fairies in the forest in order to boost ratings. Luckily the strength of the actors was enough to keep things interesting and flowing and not cringeworthy when the script suddenly made someone a little TOO over-the-top.
So I just want to thank you, True Blood, for all the seasons I recently binge-watched. As I mention in this post on my other blog, summer is not my favorite time and these cold-cheeked vamps have helped me get through another one.
Oh, and does Pam remind anyone else of Janice?