One of my favorite signs of summer is the start of a new season of True Blood. This is for all you vampire fans. Live long and prosper.
Though last season had its low points (i.e. Terry’s Iraq subplot, Sam and Luna’s shifter romance), I loved the finale, in which Bill drank the blood of Lilith and was resurrected as, well, “Billith.”
Last night’s episode picked up exactly where it left off, as Eric and Sookie ran from what Jason called the “naked evil Superman.” I think True Blood is at its best when as many characters team up as possible, so I dug the caravan of Sookie’s Scoobies that rolled off into the night.
My main criticism of the episode is that, despite werewolf threesomes, fairies, etc., the tone felt a little off to me. A big part of what makes True Blood so enjoyable is that it embraces camp to the fullest, and this ep didn’t seem to get the memo. (It was also a super-dark episode — and I mean that literally. The entire thing took place over the course of one very black night.)
