Vampire pleasures
Does anyone wear a shirt in Bon Temps? Ever? True Blood makes a glisteningreturn
The days of hundred degree heat in Houston are upon us, so it’s time to head inside to cuddle with our beloved air conditioners and perhaps see what the summer TV season has to offer. If you’re a fan of reality television or quirky cable dramas, that offering is plentiful.
Highest on our list is the third season of True Blood, which premiered Sunday night on HBO.
Southern Gothic for the 21st century, True Blood is set in Bon Temps, Louisiana, where the women are strong and feisty and the men are allergic to shirts. The show is based on Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse books, but Academy Award winning writer Alan Ball, the show’s executive producer, has made the material his own.
If you missed the first two seasons don’t despair. There are many characters and backstories to learn, but it’s not the kind of genre television that requires five years of your life, and a doctorate in philosophy and quantum mechanics in order to pretend to follow the plot.
For the uninitiated just know: There are vampires, lots of them.
They are usually beautiful and guiltlessly enjoy biting equally beautiful humans. Most of them do not need years of therapy to explore their daddy issues. There is a nice shapeshifter named Sam. He owns what seems to be the town’s one restaurant/bar.
Many of the characters work there, including telepath Sookie Stackhouse. She can read minds, but her real magical ability is to be endearing one moment and the most annoying character on screen the next.
She has a brother, Jason, who is as dumb and earnest as he is pretty. Season two wrapped up major stories in the final episode, and set up ones for this season with the kidnapping of Sookie’s almost-fiance, vampire Bill Compton. This season will introduce a werewolves storyline. They will be played half the time by real wolves and, the other half, most likely, by more beautiful actors.
It is also important to know there will be sex, nudity, bad language, and violence. However, with all the vampires, werewolves and telepaths the most supernatural thing about True Blood’s deep south is that no one ever sweats. Glowing and occasionally glistening occurs, but only when being chased through the Louisiana woods and bayous by a serial killer or ancient Greek Maenad.
Though the show can be enjoyed simply as a supernatural, southern soap opera, it is at times a sharp satire on contemporary issues. Last season had much to say about organized religion, faith and sacrifice. This season looks to be about the illegal drug trade, power and politics.
If viewing True Blood as satire and intelligent drama doesn’t sound appealing, it’s just as fun to watch True Blood to see what shape Anna Paquin’s “Louisiana” accent will shift into this season or to marvel at whatever workout regimen Alexander Skarsgard was on during the hiatus.
And for those keeping score at home, the final shirtless count for episode one: Five men and two women.
A glimpse at Season 3:
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