HBO’s True Blood Season 3 Opener – Short Attention Span Theater For “V” Addicts
Now, I’ve been quite the fan of the Sookie Stackhouse novels by Charlaine Harris, so when HBO first started their True Blood series, I was all on board for that!
True Blood season one came and went, and though it had some notable deviations from the novels, it was mostly good. Though the whole “V” drug-abuse thing, I think, got out of hand. I really wasn’t looking for some lame morality play, and it just doesn’t really fit it. I’m sure some self-inflated ego thought it would be “edgy” to play more on that concept, but in a world of supernatural beings locked in constant struggles of life and death, drug addiction, even supernaturally based, is just kind of … lame. Tired. Boring. But all-in-all, to the TV series I was hooked.
Season two, well, stretched that. The deviations from the novels just went beyond trying to keep things interesting for those who read the books. They got downright … stupid. The way storylines were rewritten were not impressive. In some cases they just got plain ridiculous. Not to mention destroyed the storyline to such an extend that all you could say about their connection to the books were that the names hadn’t been changed to protect the innocent. The storyline just plain up and left the books entirely and never looked back.
Frankly, about the only good thing that I could say for True Blood season 2 was that at least the “V” morality play had gotten lost in the insanity. Thank god.
So last night was the True Blood season 3 opener. And how did it rate?
I think the writers are taking “V”. Or something. And I think if Charlaine Harris isn’t at least privately upset over the direction HBO is taking with her intellectual property, she should be. (And I say privately, because goodness only knows what contracts she has or hasn’t signed, what she’s allowed to publicly say about HBO’s take, etc.) The storyline is so incredibly lost at this point that I don’t even see how they can reasonably bring in some of the characters and situations from future novels. But, if the wolves are any indication, season 3 is going to be doing just that.
Meanwhile the first episode of True Blood season 3 was like Short Attention Span Theater on “V”. It was just all over the place. Not that I couldn’t follow it. Just more that I was really getting tired of it. Sometimes writers like to do things such as follow one plot for more than two seconds, you know, to like build it up, make it interesting. But apparently none of those writers work at HBO anymore. At least not on True Blood.
And if I didn’t know any better, they’d told nearly every actor/actress to go and buff up between the seasons. Everyone was harder. Or skinnier. Except for Sookie’s behind, which if I didn’t know better I’d say had gotten implants, because she was the only one who looked bigger this season. And HBO sure took great pride in showing off as much skin as they could. I’d also wager they tried to use the F-word more too. And in both cases, not necessarily for any sensible reason. Just because they could, I guess. Or felt they had to? As if people are watching this show because they just need the hot bodies and foul mouths, and not because they’re fans of the Sookie Stackhouse novels or anything.
But the worst offense of all, the return of “V”. Now as some kind of main plot, instead of just side morality boredom. Yawn! That right there might make me stop watching all together.
The only good thing that I can say about True Blood‘s third season was the choice to use real wolves. Let’s face it, even the best computer generated graphics still stick out like a sore thumb. At least to me. And honestly, I don’t understand the obsession with using it in places where real things can be used instead. Like wolves. It looks unbelievably better. Words cannot express how much better reality is than CG. And frankly, I think it just may be the only thing they did right in this third season opener. One can only hope the rest of the season isn’t as random and boring as the opener was, or as badly written as season two was.
As for my wife, quite possibly an even bigger fan of Charlaine Harris, and by proxy HBO’s True Blood than I am (or was), her parting words after last night’s season 3 opener were, “I feel like one of Jason’s women.” For an hour she’d been sucking it in (heck, more than that with the lame 15 minute, mostly commercials, season preview), and for all that, things were just left dangling and unimpressive. She had to walk away disappointed. Kind of makes me wonder how the rest of the True Blood fans are feeling right now. If they’re anything like us, HBO may have just “blown” what could have been one of the best shows on TV.
