Oooof. I don’t know why I do these things. But, ever the masochist, I plan to watch the final season of “True Blood” through grinding teeth. The show has been a carnival of ridiculousness for far too long. And it’s hard to think of a way the show can be redeemed here at the eleventh hour. So then why put myself through this? Part of it is I love complaining about the show. Loudly. At my television. But the other part is that I’m just an eternal sucker (see what I did there?) for vampire stories. I blame the Buffy Effect. I keep hoping, against all rational hope, that there can be another non-ludicrous vampire story to champion.
SPOILERS, duh. Of course, the show went and fucked up the one hope I had for its last season in the damn premiere. Shit, in the first two minutes of the damn premiere. It killed Tara – AGAIN. Like I was saying, oooof. The only thing I really wanted to see happen this season was some, hell any, kind of relationship between Tara and Pam. Last season was a massive disappointment on the Para (Tam? De Beauthornton?) front. Seriously, Alcide’s abs got more screentime than these two. By a lot.
My only possible consolation is, um, is Tara really dead? They didn’t show her death, which seems, well, weird. To have her go out as almost an off-screen after thought like that is almost insulting. So, who knows, she might still be out there, somewhere.
But you know what, I don’t even really care that much. Because emotional investment was never the strong suit of this show. It’s more about the farcical situations and hard bodies (with or without fangs). And also I find it makes the whole thing a lot more fun if you drink each time Bill says “SUH-KIE!” This may mean I have a drinking problem.
So, sticking with it one last season like me? I know, I know – I’m an idiot.