I watched the show a few years back. While I was
painting last night, I popped the first season in the PS.
I'd forgotten how the show started. By the fourth season it had devolved into utter nonsense, but it had such a great beginning.
Let me say right now that I don't like vampires. I don't find them cool or interesting. I've never bought a trenchcoat or painted my nails. I don't have any tatoos or piercings. I don't watch horror flicks...
Tremors is probably the scariest movie I've ever seen. I don't read horror novels... but I highly recommend
The Eyes of the Dragon by Stephen King and
Fevre Dream by George Martin. I've never LARPed.
The lure, for me, of
True Blood were the themes. Sure, romance is obvious. Sex. Anger. Violence. Sex, anger, and violence all together. Vampires. Shapeshifters. Werewolves. Fairies. Maenads. But those are really more titillation than themes....
The themes that really grabbed me in the beginning were... Treatment of minorties. Social equality. Civil rights. Evil. Purity. Alcoholism. Drug addiction. Sex addiction. Religion. Parent and adult child relationships. Self respect. Coping mechanisms.
Sure the show is about Sookie... and Bill, but the minor characters are the ones who moved me. Lettie Mae Daniels (Adina Porter) is absolutely riveting. Her behavior is so shocking and so absolutely human that I detest and pity her. Jason Stackhouse (Ryan Kwanten) is not merely "sex on a stick" although he has his shirt off almost the entire season. Jason is beyond self destructive. He is the poster boy for foolishness. Lafayette Reynolds (Nelsan Ellis) steals every scene he is in... every single one. The gall that he had to say, "White people is all kinds of f***** up!" floored me. Arlene Fowler, Andy Bellefleur, and Terry Bellefleur add real every day humor and humanity to the story.
And then the show lost it's way. It never delivered upon the opening promise of social commentary. It became about gratuitous excitement just because...