So, I suppose our fangy friends have learned their lesson about underestimating Russell Edgington and have reaped bonus moral lesson about being over-confident, speechy blowhards.
The lesson: Don’t be that way.
Just don’t. Not only do over-confident, speechy blowhards get killed, they also don’t get to finish their speeches. I was expecting something better from Roman. It’s disappointing to realize that he was really just another out-of-touch politician. Oh, well. At least Roman looked pretty in bespoke suits and well-fitting slacks.
Christopher Meloni’s ass is a snugly trousered beacon of hope and joy in a world of cargo pants and painter jeans.
But, it’s goo, now.
Other True Blood Thoughts:
- “You were a pompous, self-righteous prick in the effing Renaissance. You still are one today.” That sort of insult is the only reason I’d be interested in an extended life. “You were a self-righteous prick when Nirvana’s Nevermind came out,” is the best I can do for historical references right now. Maybe I could name check Desert Storm Part One. Not the same effect.
- Please oh please oh pleeeaaase have Sheriff Andy create a supernatural crimes task force in Renard Parrish. The team could be a vampire, a werewolf, and a fairy. And there could be zany misunderstandings because of their awkward interpersonal dynamics.
- “Jesus tits!” is my new favorite exclamation. I believe I’ll shout that next time I burn myself on one of my cast iron skillets, which should be about three minutes from now.
- It’s not looking good for Terry. Unless Laffy or Holly or someone can undo the curse, Arlene is going to wind up a widow.
- “You’re worse than humans. You may as well be praying to leprechauns or unicorns or the Kardashians!” Oh, Russell. I’ve missed you, your wit, your ability to get to the point in short order.
- You’ll note that Russell doesn’t stand around giving speeches before killing someone.
- I want a puppy in the worst way. Look how cute she is! BOOP!
- Also, not trusting WereNana. We saw in this ep that the roving band of supe killers were targeting vampires in addition to shifters, but I’ve got a feeling she’s involved somehow. Eliminating Luna’s entire shifter posse would cover up her targeted murder. And there’s no love lost between weres and vampires.
- Then again, it could just be garden variety bigots. Armed bigots. In President Obama masks.
- Hey, look. Alcide got growly and all alpha male. Debbie’s been dead for like three days, so it’s totally time to move on, AMIRITE?????
- OK, let’s talk about Hoyt and his misguided wardrobe. I applaud his bold color choices, but he looks ridiculous. I can’t figure out where he got the idea that this was a cool look. Seems like the tie should be skinnier, the eyes need more liner, and overall he needs some spikes or something.
- Basically, Hoyt needs a fashion curriculum. I’d start him with Valley Girl to study Nick Cage’s hair and wardrobe. And maybe his attitude.
- Oh my god. Bill Compton is such a glad handing shill. “It was our duty.” “Wholeheartedly.” “I love a good execution.” Blah blah blah. Meanwhile, Eric uncomfortably chokes out, “There are some humans I felt…protective…towards. In the past.”
- Is it wrong that I identify with Eric in this situation? He’s obviously compromising his values to tell his superior what he wants to hear and hates doing it.
- Christ. Now I’m reading all sorts of GenX impotent anger implications into the relationship between Eric and Bill. Someone should, like, stop me or something.
Lastly, who is this vampire who ambushed the Stackhouse family on a stormy night?
Are we getting a new character set up? Or is this maybe someone we are already acquainted with? How messed up would it be if the vampire who killed Sookie’s parents was Bill or Eric?
Damn. That would be fun to watch.