Poor Tara. Eggs is shot in the head by Jason in the last episode of season two. Andy wisely decides to say HE was the one who did the shooting and counsels Jason to act "normal," hence the "Conscience OFF, Dick ON" quote that will surely become standard among bar-hopping males from now until the end of human-time. Good writing. Clever stuff. Charlaine Harris must have been pleased.
Especially because Pam, the proper, pink-loving vamp who works for Eric in her novels is much more "in character" this season. And it works! Kudos to Kristin Bauer!
We LOVE seeing Eric's kink, I mean, kinkiness. He is a very good bad boy. Intelligent, he often finds himself in enviable positions in many ways, like being in cahoots with the Queen. Keep watching for Eric to find even more trouble as the season rolls onward....
Bill, Bill, Bill...you SO crazy. Crazy enough to eat a granny on oxygen and give her money for it. She invited you in to feed you, man! When you heard she had no phone, you ate her...WTF??? And yes, Bill was kidnapped by werewolves...blah, blah, blah...Sookie is worried, blah, blah, blah. Wake me up when Sookie and Eric begin their
too-HOT-to-handle relationship.
Yawn.
Jessica! That red-head will wake you up in a heartbeat...well, if you're among the living, that is. Deborah Ann Wolle plays a terrific character who, IMHO, steals the show. Her zeal for her new form and struggle to accept the limitations therein is compelling--not the least of which is her "mistake" from last season, carried over to tonight's episode, where she accidentally kills. At least, we think she has. Hopefully, the corpse stays a corpse.
Sam sniffs out his biological family. Baby bro must not know about the dog-thing.... And yeah, he has a wet dream about Bill, but who hasn't???
Small town bias permeates the show, as usual. Bill's missing but the local police don't want to help find the undead when there are so many living in need...or dead living...or...oh, heck, just say it: WE WANT TO LEGALIZE GAY MARRIAGE!!! Yes, yes we do.
Lettie-Mae is her usual psycho-self, using Tara to get in with her minister...and by get in, I mean, get in bed. Oh, we love it when the religious use their "righteousness" to show others the light. Refreshing, isn't it? And speaking of refreshing...Lafayette's back, though sadly more cameo than full frontal this episode, but we know there's more to come from the V-dealer with the mostest.
And finally, the cliff-hanger ending. Except it's not much of a cliff-hanger if you've read Harris's novel, Club Dead, or book three in her Southern Vampire Mysteries...do I see a were-panther in True Blood's future? Played by a man who doesn't mind going down...um...down under? (cough, cough)
Enjoy the ride, fangbangers! It's going to be a cruel summer, thanks to the cast and crew of HBO's True Blood. I know I'll be hanging on for dear life every Sunday!
And if you really want to get more involved, buy a copy of True Blood & Philosophy: We Wanna Think Bad Things with You (Wiley 2010). The book hit stores last week...the Huffington Post loves it and we know you will, too.
Stay true blue and you won't be disappointed by HBO's third season of True Blood!