Finished the season with a rushed resolution of a main plot thread (unsolved murders by a serial killer), and the introduction of a new one laying the ground for season two. Which I feel no pressing need to consume. It began so much better, which reminds me of Cirque du Freak. Something about YA-pitched vampire stories, I reckon. MrsD. had read some of The Southern Vampire Mysteries the series is based on, and handed me one to read last night. One can see how the six feet under QA eventually foundered under the constraints of this extended pulp narrative by a hack writer. No mention of "True Blood" on the cover. Maybe the edition was published prior to. “He is to dancing and singing as battery acid is to bubble baths.” |