So there was a True Blood S(whatever this last one was) rebroadcast this week.
You know those things that the only pathetic explanation you can conjure for in retrospect is "it seemed like a good idea at the time?" Yeah, it was like that.
I tried to parse the show as I was watching it along the lines of "the closer they stick to the original text, the worse it is." But I realized that was pointless because of the times the show writers devolved down into self-congratulatory backpatting.
While Jessica and Hoyt are brilliant, there is still Tommy. While Lafayette and Jesus make me howl with glee, there is still the fact I kind of hate Sam half the time which pisses me off.
Charlaine is a hack, but the TB writers are almost worse because they think they're so damned clever. Idk. I guess my biggest complaint is that I *know* you can write crack and also have subtle and multilayered characterization, but that doesn't exist on this show. WHY MUST YOU SUCK SO MUCH, MR BALL? If he was a writer I'd tell him he needs to listen to his editors.
Watching the show in too concentrated a dosage is a bad idea. It's like snorting coffee grounds--a cup or two are good for what ails you, but lay off the concentrated shit or you'll end up laying on the sidewalk sweating out bile.
Let's just be completely honest here: Anna Paquin is such a bad actress that I really don't think she should be called one. A five year old lying to get an extra cookie is more convincing than her.
Then there's the sex. Who knew I'd get to the point where I ffed sex scenes because to do otherwise would be so excruciating I'd contemplate choking myself with my own hair?
I will continue to tune in until Alexander Skarsgard gets a new agent and leaves the show.
Stoney's commentary on same. Welcome to 2011 everybody. I will dress my dog up and take pictures to post with all the horrible food pictures sometime tonight maybe.