Matt and I have been watching True Blood. A few weeks ago we devoured the first season in about a week and a half, and then we started watching season two, and now we’re all caught up. Last night we watched the most recent episode.
Spoiler below.
I don’t think anything on the show has grossed me out as much as the Hunter’s Soufflé. (Well, okay, the way vampires die in Bon Temps is much grosser than in Sunnydale.) There’s Michelle Forbes, slicing up the heart with a sharp knife! Ick! I nearly couldn’t watch. And then later, Tara and Eggs walk in the door, and you know what’s going to happen, but you really hope it doesn’t. But then, yes, she brings out the soufflé. Oh god, no, no, no! And then, yep.
Ugh!
I think the second season of True Blood is missing some of the Southern gothic that made the first season so addictive. And Sunday’s episode was the first time in weeks that Sookie and Jason (mmm… Jason Stackhouse) have had a scene together. Sookie and Tara haven’t seen each other in a long time either. I miss watching the relationships between these humans.
But the show is still wildly entertaining.
I am loving true blood this season. I also can’t reccommend the books on which the series is based strongly enough. They’re pulpy, fun and very readable. I describe them as being all your favorite parts of a mystery novel, a fantasy book, and a romance novel as written by a sassy southern lady (Paula Dean, maybe). One reason that I’m enjoing the TV show so much is that the show uses plots and characters from the books, and is entirely faithful to the *spirit* of the books, but is creating an entirely new work in a new medium.