After not having much of a social message for years, True Blood, in its last throes, has decided it once again wants to be the show that says things about America. Trouble is, it can’t focus on a train of thought. Maybe because, right now, there’s too much to say about too many screwed up things. I’ve narrowed it down to four Big! Messages!
I’m sure the toxic mysticism is going somewhere. I’m sure it’s going to be a comment on our current state of affairs regarding science literacy. After all, a poorly educated and desperate population is always more willing to accept a supernatural explanation than a scientific one. Ghosts are easier to accept than quantum fields.
Sheriff Andy couldn’t figure out to see where the dead girl came from to try to make a connection? Law enforcement is relying on Sookie’s knowledge of stuff she saw on Law & Order? Bon Temps never had a chance.
Middle Mason wakes up in some cliched Chinatown where Lexi has miraculously transformed from a little brown girl with black hair to a tall white woman with blonde hair. Was the whitewashing part of the aliens’ plans? I bet it was. They probably watched us for a long time.
The only thing I recalled from last season was Eric Northman, naked and reading on a snowy mountain. You know, the best part of the season.
So many dangling strings
We are nearing the end of this season’s rollercoaster, and it looks like we have likely seen the last of this sect of Proletheianse, Deangles has been dealt with, and Cosima is on her way to getting at least a stop gap to keep herself alive.
Not killing him must mean that The Hound was no longer on Arya’s Death List. She’d never say that though. Especially not to him. Letting The Hound bleed out is probably the closest Arya will ever get to hugging someone again.
Of course Alison will critique your body disposal Donnie. One, your wife is terrifying efficient and two, she would like to not go to jail for murder, thanks.