My intention was to keep it light today.
Something funny.
Something airy.
Something about television.
So, how do you keep it light, funny and airy when your two favorite shows are about love and death? Heavy on the death. Gruesome death. Somehow, though, True Blood still manages to keep it funny in spite of the gore.
I was going to write something cute about it, but now I can’t do it. True Blood is trying to break my heart in its final season. I may have to break up with it.
They have just killed my favorite character. One of my other favorites has a presumably fatal illness.
True Blood is on a rampage.
It is bad enough when Game of Thrones does it. I read the books. I know it’s coming, and you know what? I don’t really give a shit about most of the characters. There’s no humor in GoT. It is heavy and violent, and there is no redemption for anyone at this point. Maybe there will be some later in the book series, but at this point even the children are vicious killers.
But True Blood?
Some of the characters are literally warm and fuzzy. They throw off clever one-liners while they are eating people or getting eaten. Even the vampires are capable of love and devotion. Yeah, sure, also betrayal, but when someone looks like Alexander Skarsgard, you don’t mind a little betrayal now and then. Especially if the betrayal happens while he is nude. They have a lot of nude betrayals on True Blood. It’s one of the best things about the show.
The nudity, not the betrayals. There are not a lot of shows that embrace male nudity like True Blood does, and I salute them for it. The male nudity, the sexual flexibility of many of the characters. The sheer quirkiness of it all.
Tonight they went too far.
I am mad at you, True Blood. I think I want my ring back.
You’re fucking with my TV eye candy, and I just don’t need that right now.