The general agreement among professional reviewers, such as Entertainment Weekly’s Ken Tucker, is that True Blood did not hit full stride until midseason. His initial review gave the show a C, “Ball has never seen a comic-dramatic premise he can't flatten with leaden metaphors. (September 7, 2008).” The turning point seems to have been episode 5, Sparks Fly Out, where Sookie comes home and finds her grandmother lying dead, face down in a pool of blood on the kitchen floor.
I loved it as I saw the fat, redneck vampire threaten to fuck and eat the frat boy with the popped collar. Since then my girlfriend and I had it DVRed, even though we caught it most Sunday nights. And we are not black lipstick sharing Goths wearing out Cure CDs, nor are we Twihards with big crushes on Edward and Bella. In fact I would say that True Blood is far superior to Twillight. I’d rather bang with the Fangers than pine and swoon over the 1-calorie, 1-note Vampires of Forks, Washington. I do love Interview With The Vampire. That book is literature. Queen of the Damned kind of got away from her, but Anne Rice did reboot the Vampire with Louis and Lestat’s debut in 1976. Suck on that Bella!
True Blood is appointment television up there with Lost, The Wire, Battlestar Galactica, Mad Men, Dexter, etc. Being an owner of True Blood on DVD I’ve taken up the project of watching the series episode by episode and blogging about it. If I blog an episode a week I’d be done by the start of the third season, which is supposedly next June.
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