Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Sex please, we're vampires

''ALL anyone's thinking about here is sex, sex, sex!'' bemoans mind reader Sookie Stackhouse, the hyper-sexualised protagonist of True Blood. ''Well you don't need to be telepathic to pick up on that,'' quips her 170-year-old vampire lover, Bill.
A glorious marriage of best-selling fantasy writer Charlaine Harris and screen genius Alan Ball (Six Feet Under, American Beauty), the series is the much-lauded crown jewel of HBO's post-Sex-and-Sopranos era.

Alexander Skarsgard, Anna Paquin and Stephen Moyer on the cover of Rolling Stone.
Though Twilight taught us the virtue, danger and angst of a wistful human-vampire affair, what is remarkably clever about True Blood is its deftly blended cocktail of old-world romance, lustful deviance and wickedly dry humour. In the claustrophobic southern township of Bon Temps, danger, desire and the macabre are all intertwined.

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Rita said...

I look at it like this if Ms.CH didn't
write these wonderful books that brought
this town to life and let Alan Ball make
the tv series we would be bored.So thank
you Ms. CH for being who you are and for
these wonderful books!