It is not long before True Blood season 7 fires up its engines and takes off. We are talking DAYS.
It is in this celebratory moment, I ask myself:
What the fudge happened to True Blood season 6?
Fudge yeah, I am using a grandma Stackhouse proofed swear word!
Is it the production? The writers?
Is it me?
The acting, lighting, sets, make up, plotlines, sex, they all sucked.
And not in that oversized hunky, sweaty, sexy, southern sucky way we all have learned to love as TB.
Praise Charlaine Harris, I loved the Southern Vampire Mysteries novels. I became a fan girl from the very first page. Although, I never did get the Bill hang up.
Anywho, I have read the novels. Some multiple times with the same result. It only makes me love them more.
I have read the ending. I know who stays alive, dies, and lives dead forever. However, I thought Harris hurried the love story in the end. Ultimately, I can only say that I am as satisfied as far as a junkie can be, now that it is over.
Moreover, I love TB. I love the fact that TB created its own storyline. It is, or more was, surprisingly good and hot blooded on its own.
I love that they did not kill Lafayette. The one thing I actually miss in the books.
However, I am not any closer to finding out what happened to TB season 6.
TB storyline has changed so much from the novels; I cannot say where they should have taken it. However, the season 6 story is not crap. It is poorly executed.
It is the first time I am not looking forward to next season. Which is also the last one.
Do I dread it? Yes.
Will I watch it? Yes.
By the way, did I mention earlier on that Alan Ball left the show after season 5?