Paul Bettany is disarming in Alan Ball's road trip period drama.
How did a show that initially displayed such a nuanced understanding of evolving relationships (vampire or otherwise) become the incoherent mess we said goodbye to in August?
Finale?! WHAT?! Why did no one tell me this season was only 12 episodes long? Oh, I'm supposed to know that because I'm the reviewer? Oh, I see how that works now. On Sunday night, True Blood ended its fourth season with a bang… or a wet fart, depending on who you ask. It seems Alan Ball chose to dangle plot promises for next season in front of our faces instead of making the end of this one any good.
As the season’s end draws near, True Blood amps it up this week with the eleventh episode ‘Soul of Fire’. This latest installment was dynamic, but felt somewhat rushed. That can only mean Alan Ball is gearing up for one hell of a finale, right? Here’s hoping.
True Blood follows up last week's doofy ghost story with a surprising tearjerker of an episode entitled 'Burning Down the House'. In the tenth episode Sookie and Eric's worst fear comes true, Tommy finally gets his and Bill is determined to take out the witch once and for all, no matter the cost.
If this week’s True Blood had you thinking, ‘What the fuck?!‘ you aren’t alone. Ball seems to have dropped the ball this week with ‘Let’s Get Out of Here’. At least it wrapped up that ridiculous Baby Mikey plot. That’s over, right?
Just the other day I was contemplating the current television landscape when it occurred to me that — save for Game of Thrones — there just isn't enough incest on cable. Looks like Alan Ball agrees because family lovin' seems to be the theme of the latest episode of True Blood called 'I'm Alive and On Fire'.
True Blood is the kind of show that when mentioned, can either elicit squeals or groans. Despite my love of it, it's the kind of show I often find myself making excuses for. However, after being blown away by last night's season four premiere I've decided to never again be ashamed of my love of True Blood. Your favourite gap-toothed, fang-banging waitress is back and already it's shaping up to be a bad-ass season, fairies and all.