True Blood‘s Season 6 premiered last Sunday, June 16th. As expected, we tuned in, but not because we were excited for it to be back. See…True Blood (like Dexter) has become sort of an obligation. We watch it not for the sake of enjoyment, but because we have committed the last five years of our fucking lives to watching a useless little white girl put herself into needless predicaments that happen to involve vampires, faeries, werewolves and witches. It’s like an embarrassing one night stand. It’s great during, but then you wake up horrified in the morning….search for your underwear as stealthily as possible and then sneak out the door hoping that no one sees you. After each episode, I lose a little respect for myself and begin to question my own personal tastes.
I like the Sookie Stackhouse book series. Why? I can’t even tell you. Charlaine Harris has the writing ability of a…well….there’s nothing that I can say here that wouldn’t offend some sect of people, so we shall move on. Let’s just say that it’s putrid. Putrid writing style, great content.
The books are narrated in a first person perspective by Sookie, and even though Sookie, as a tv character, is as insipid and as useless as a dirty washcloth, she is far more dynamic in the books. Sookie is the main character and isn’t nearly as superficial and lovelorn as she is portrayed on the show. However minute it may be, there is a sliver of depth to the books that has yet to be translated onto screen. When we read the books, we are inside of Sookie’s mind. We understand why she is constantly smiling nervously, why she always provides such stupid answers to simple questions and scenarios, and yes, why she is torn between Bill and Eric. The alienation that she feels from being able to hear people’s thoughts is an aspect that the show has not properly tackled. The neglect of her inner-turmoil has left us with a blonde actress completely void of any purpose other than to drive the plot and sex scenes that attract the vast majority of the female audience.
Every time Anna Paquin comes on screen, I cringe. Every time she speaks, an angel in Heaven loses its wings and puppies all over the world are simultaneously euthanized. I feel bad, because it’s not Ms. Paquin’s fault. No, it’s the writers. Paquin is one Hell of an actress, and let us not forget that she is the second youngest Oscar winner in history, winning the award in 1994 at age 11 for her role in The Piano. She’s got some chops, and it is a fucking shame that the writers of True Blood have reduced her to the empty pair of shoes that she has become. It pains me to say it, but she is reminiscent of Bella from Twilight. The writers tried so hard to make a character that every woman and girl could relate to that they pushed aside all implausibility and depth. The character works in the books because we know her thought process and reasons for her reactions. On the show, she is so ordinary that it becomes painful to watch. This is the direct and obvious intent of the writers. I can almost imagine a writers meeting during development where they floated around ideas…. “Hey, if it worked for Bella, it can work for Sookie! Let’s make sure that she’s not too pretty and not too powerful. Fuck it, let’s make her goddamn dull. That way, all of the female viewers can TOTALLY relate and imagine themselves caught up in a supernatural threesome! Hur hur hur…. ” In conclusion, that’s exactly what happened, and HBO has been raking in fuck tons of cash ever since.
It seems as though the vampire genre has truly been returning to its Victorian roots as of late, and that is a shame. Long gone are the days of Buffy the Vampire Slayer‘s portrayal of fierce, female baddassery. We have now been left with virginal women who are the damsels in distress, along with the virile, uber-masculine alpha males fighting for or against them. This is what Sookie Stackhouse’s character has been reduced to. The free-thinking, interesting, realistic, self-empowered woman of the Sookie Stackhouse novels has disappeared, and in her place, we have been left with this:
True Blood returns tonight at 9pm ET, and unfortunately (and against our better judgment) we will be tuning in.
True Blood‘s Season 6 premiered last Sunday, June 16th. As expected, we tuned in, but not because we were excited for it to be back. See…True Blood (like Dexter) has become sort of an obligation. We watch it not for the sake of enjoyment, but because we have committed the last five years of our fucking lives to watching a useless little white girl put herself into needless predicaments that happen to involve vampires, faeries, werewolves and witches. It’s like an embarrassing one night stand. It’s great during, but then you wake up horrified in the morning….search for your underwear as stealthily as possible and then sneak out the door hoping that no one sees you. After each episode, I lose a little respect for myself and begin to question my own personal tastes.
I like the Sookie Stackhouse book series. Why? I can’t even tell you. Charlaine Harris has the writing ability of a…well….there’s nothing that I can say here that wouldn’t offend some sect of people, so we shall move on. Let’s just say that it’s putrid. Putrid writing style, great content.
The books are narrated in a first person perspective by Sookie, and even though Sookie, as a tv character, is as insipid and as useless as a dirty washcloth, she is far more dynamic in the books. Sookie is the main character and isn’t nearly as superficial and lovelorn as she is portrayed on the show. However minute it may be, there is a sliver of depth to the books that has yet to be translated onto screen. When we read the books, we are inside of Sookie’s mind. We understand why she is constantly smiling nervously, why she always provides such stupid answers to simple questions and scenarios, and yes, why she is torn between Bill and Eric. The alienation that she feels from being able to hear people’s thoughts is an aspect that the show has not properly tackled. The neglect of her inner-turmoil has left us with a blonde actress completely void of any purpose other than to drive the plot and sex scenes that attract the vast majority of the female audience.
Every time Anna Paquin comes on screen, I cringe. Every time she speaks, an angel in Heaven loses its wings and puppies all over the world are simultaneously euthanized. I feel bad, because it’s not Ms. Paquin’s fault. No, it’s the writers. Paquin is one Hell of an actress, and let us not forget that she is the second youngest Oscar winner in history, winning the award in 1994 at age 11 for her role in The Piano. She’s got some chops, and it is a fucking shame that the writers of True Blood have reduced her to the empty pair of shoes that she has become. It pains me to say it, but she is reminiscent of Bella from Twilight. The writers tried so hard to make a character that every woman and girl could relate to that they pushed aside all implausibility and depth. The character works in the books because we know her thought process and reasons for her reactions. On the show, she is so ordinary that it becomes painful to watch. This is the direct and obvious intent of the writers. I can almost imagine a writers meeting during development where they floated around ideas…. “Hey, if it worked for Bella, it can work for Sookie! Let’s make sure that she’s not too pretty and not too powerful. Fuck it, let’s make her goddamn dull. That way, all of the female viewers can TOTALLY relate and imagine themselves caught up in a supernatural threesome! Hur hur hur…. ” In conclusion, that’s exactly what happened, and HBO has been raking in fuck tons of cash ever since.
It seems as though the vampire genre has truly been returning to its Victorian roots as of late, and that is a shame. Long gone are the days of Buffy the Vampire Slayer‘s portrayal of fierce, female baddassery. We have now been left with virginal women who are the damsels in distress, along with the virile, uber-masculine alpha males fighting for or against them. This is what Sookie Stackhouse’s character has been reduced to. The free-thinking, interesting, realistic, self-empowered woman of the Sookie Stackhouse novels has disappeared, and in her place, we have been left with this:
True Blood returns tonight at 9pm ET, and unfortunately (and against our better judgment) we will be tuning in.
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Ramble on Rose 