I know what you're asking me. It's probably along the lines of "Speed, what the [expletive] are you watching that [expletive] for? It's just a bunch of fairy-tale gobbledygook(er) with gratuitous nudity, potential homoerotic overtones, relatively wooden acting and a severe damsel-in-distress complex. It isn't Hamlet. It's barely Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead."
Well, at first, I didn't get it. I hated the wave of vampire chic that came in the wake of Twilight. Everything was so...glittery. There were no real teeth to the vampire battles. But, after watching a few episodes with Drizzle Sez and a couple other people and seeing staked vampires explode into
So indulge, I did. Aside from The Wire, True Blood is one of the only HBO series that I've seen every episode of. I couldn't get into SITC until
Fast forward to 2014 and we're at the final season, which has already killed off a main character (spoiler alert) and is geared up to leave everyone royally screwed (up) by the end of the summer. While my fandom isn't as heavy as it once was, I'm still pretty invested in the show. Part of that's out of practice (I mean, I've invested about four years of my life to the payoff) and part of it's out of the fact that, even when the show's at its worst, it still shines.
Plus Anna Paquin.