Sunday, March 15, 2009

True Blood: a serial thriller


"YOU KNOW how many people are having sex with vampires these days?" The answer to this question, right at this present time, appears to be: quite a few. "Fang-banging", as it is known in some parts of the vampire universe, is everywhere.

There's pale and beautiful Bella and Edward in Twilight, of course. Before that, Buffy kicked some sexy vamp ass, and even earlier the undead Anne Rice gave new life to lustful, etiolated fiends such as Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt and a pre-teen Kirsten Dunst. Then along came the leather glam of Underworld. Kiwis even got in on the desanguination act, with Glenn Standring's flawed but under-appreciated steampunk effort, Perfect Creature. And let's not forget in the newest flood of blood-sucking fiction, the UK TV series Being Human, in which a ghost, a werewolf and a vampire share a house in, of all places, Bristol.

But it was really John Polidori, the doctor of Lord Byron, and Bram Stoker, who in the 19th century kicked off the modern idea of the blood-sucking monster with the biting and the staking and the garlic.

In the new Southern gothic TV series True Blood, where the question is asked and the fang-banging term comes from, vampires have come "out of the coffin" the expression does double work, as we shall see and vampires are living among us. The Japanese those clever people have invented a fake blood vampires can drink, TruBlood, so they don't partake of ours. In the series, based on a sequence of novels by Charlaine Harris, sexy blonde waitress Sookie Stackhouse is in love with the dark and brooding Bill Compton in steamy, spooky Louisiana, all misty bayous, Spanish moss and country and western tunes. She lives with her slow-witted but horndog brother Jason and her grandmother.


from Stuff NZ

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