As you may have guessed I've got a number of obsessions. One of my longest standing fascinations has to be vampires. I was corrupted at a young age and I've kind of adored them ever since. From the artsy Francis Ford Copola's Bram Stoker's Dracula to Joss Whedon's Buffy in all it's pop-cultured glory. I've dipped my toe into the vampire diaries and will watch at some point but really my heart has been captured by the wonderfully trashy True Blood.
True Blood as I'm sure you're aware is an adaptation of the Southern Vampire Mysteries by Charlaine Harris and they've both become my unhealthy obsession. I've talked about the books at length on my journall but its telly and films that rule here so the series it is. First off you have to remember the series is based on the books and in some respects Alan Ball and his creative team play fast and loose with some of the plot elements that happen in the novels. For instance we see a physical manifestation of what Sookie is a lot earlier on in the tv series than we do in the novels. Characters change and are merged and whilst the books are great candy I actually think creatively the show has a lot to offer and adds dimensions of meaning which might not have been quite so prevalent in the novels.
What I love about the show is it is designed in the old fashioned notion of a pot boiler novel. The episodes end in a climax that begs you to devour the next episode immediately if possible. Now, when watching this show as transmitted that means it isn't possible and I spend my week waiting for my next hit. Which is how I'm getting by on season 3. Seasons one and two I was able to watch in gluttonous sessions where I was able to watch half a season in one sitting the show is as addictive as V (which is vampire blood as a drug). The best thing about the show is that it is also very very funny. Admittedly it uses black humour and there's a lot of graphic sex which won't be to everyone's taste.
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