Oh Eric…sigh…
I’m still reserving judgment on True Blood, Season Three.
Hubby has already announced that he’s done. This last episode turned him off the series.
Why is it that a series like True Blood often begins with an orgasmic first season and then the doldrums set in? Why? Maybe it was a good thing Firefly and the original Star Trek series were short lived.
A definition: The Doldrums: A part of the ocean near the equator, abounding in calms, squalls, and light, baffling winds, which sometimes prevent all progress for weeks; — so called by sailors; the state of boredom, malaise, apathy or lack of interest; a state of listlessness ennui, or tedium.
A definition: Ennui: Listlessness and dissatisfaction resulting from lack of interest; boredom.
Well, that’s me right about now. Stuck in the doldrums. Never, in a million years, could I have imagined that Eric, a fictional character I fantasize about in a big way - sorry honey - would cause me to be in a state of ennui. Actually, I was kind of there last season with the never-ending, non-Eric related, Maryanne/Eggs/Tara/Sam quadrangle. OMG, I nearly smashed my television!
A few people are talking about it - there was a discussion over at fangswandsandfairydust just yesterday. http://fangswandsandfairydust.blogspot.com/
My no-count opinion? Too many secondary characters and too many secondary stories have shifted the focus away from the main characters and their challenges. As a viewer, I can only attend to and/or care about so much at one time. As it happens, I love Jessica and Hoyt - a story, and one character, who are not even in the Sookie Stackhouse series, but so far this season, they are mere window dressing, or in Jessica’s case, comic relief. I love Pam. She too is relegated to the occasional quip. Eric, a very sexy, conflicted, complex character, seems tame this season, ripping out a were’s jugular struck me as a bit ho-hum, especially watching Sookie’s lack of a reaction. Sookie? Right now, she’s bordering on TSTL and she’s lost her shine - the innocent heart that, in the books, changes only gradually. I miss the Sookie who loved nothing more than to lie in the sun in her bikini, scenting her skin with summer. Bill? He’s a bloody idiot. I find him less and less appealing as time goes on.
Okay, so here’s what I don’t want - characters and plot devices thrown at me in rapid fire succession. That’s how the once brilliant Weeds lost me. Here’s what I do want - quality over quantity. Characters and stories I can become emotionally invested in. Interactions I care about. Interludes of peace mixed with the violence of vamps, shifters and sex - not jack-hammer vampire sex - good sensual vampire sex. Said it!
