Last week I wrote that I wasn’t going to complain any more about True Blood‘s lack of focus, the shoehorning in of far too many secondary characters few viewers seem to care about, the complete lack of any subtlety or grace, and making damn near everyone on the show have some kind of tie to the supernatural, robbing the audience of a “normal” viewpoint character who can act as an audience gateway into the very strange happenings in and around Bon Temps, Louisiana.
Nope. Said I wouldn’t talk about it, and I mean it.
Hey, did you know True Blood was on last night?
Okay, there were a few things I liked about last night. Tara as a totally psychotic vampire is actually kind of cool (did I really just say that?). While the members of the Authority other than Roman are compete idiots (these clowns are the ones in charge of all vampires? Really?), Roman himself is pretty interesting. Or maybe it’s just that I like Christopher Meloni and his natural charisma is carrying the load. It’s hard to tell sometimes.
Even though I’m sick of Andy Bellefleur taking up so much screen time, I did think the scene with him and Holly in the parking lot of Merlotte’s was rather sweet.
The Bill and Eric Buddy Show™ continues to be funny, but they need to move it along now and actually have them do something in their search for the elusive Russell Edgington.
Since I read the books, the Debbie Pelt story line doesn’t do much for me (it didn’t do much for me in the books, either), but it’s at least a decent way to focus some non-vampire intrigue around Sookie. And vampire Tara adds a welcome complication that wasn’t in the books.
So still watching, and trying to complain less.