I’ve decided that the fucked up pronunciation of “Samhain” is a metaphor for everything that’s wrong with True Blood this season. Would it have taken someone thirty seconds to google how to say it? Not even. And yet, why bother?
Could the writers on True Blood go down to Louisiana and be greeted as conquering heroes? Could they, while on their trip, notice that their version of Louisiana looks more like a swampy Utah? Or hell, could they have asked any of the black actors on their show “Where are your people from?” and gotten the answer “The South” after enough “and before that?”s?
Or could they have looked at a map and noticed that there’s such a state as Texas and having Jesus and Lafayette be just a few hours’ drive away from Jesus’s Mexican–nationality, not just ethnicity–grandpa is physically impossible?
Could they have watched old episodes of their own show and seen that the very character of Eric that they created on the show, not getting into differences between book-Eric and tv-Eric, just going by their own canon, would have been disgusted that Sookie liked him better weak? Would have been alarmed to find that he was that weak in public?
In retrospect, except for the satisfying end of the Mickenses, there was a lot about this season that just seemed like no one on the writing end was really that into it. And I think the show, which was already bad, but loveable, is now, for me anyway, kind of bad and unloveable.
I don’t know.
I’ll give it a try next season, but I can’t promise I’ll stick with it. This season, it was already too easy to just watch it onDemand whenever the Butcher got around to it.
Still good music, though. Was glad to hear Those Darlins again.