Showing posts with label True Blood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label True Blood. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 August 2010

"I'm bored. Take off your clothes."

I was going to blog on this week’s True Blood, a tour-de-force ticking pretty much all the Fit Crit boxes: Gays! Gay naughties! Eric being gay and naughty! etc, but Jezebel totally beat me to it, and they have video clips and lolcat-esque photos.
Some good comments, too: ‘Tommy is Scrappy Do’ (SO TRUE) and ‘Depressed Beehl is the new Sad Keanu’, which was the inspiration for this piece of photoshopped silliness. Go see.

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

Conscience Off, Dick On?

Scenes of jubilation and delight at Fit Crit HQ this month as True Blood finally returns to our megavideos with its third series. Having packed Vampire Bill off to become mired in local politics, this one looks set to finally bring Eric to the fore. Behold Alexander Skarsgard, or The Point At Which The Human Race Reached Its Aesthetic Zenith.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: phwoar.

Glad to see the beyond fabulous, yahtzee-obsessed, taxman-hounded Queen making a return too, and more screentime for the gloriously catty lesbian vamp Pam too. Heck, I love pretty much every character in this, which is rare for a show with such a large ensemble, but the great writing gives us such gems as 'hell hath no fury as a vampire queen in debt' extends all the way down to the most minor of characters.

New style hero, obvs

That said, four episodes in to this new series and I do worry the show may be taking a turn for the torture porn, which seems a bit beneath it. Any idiot with a Hostel writing credit can pen ‘girl in underwear gets tied up/bitten/poked with something hot’- did we really need four instances of this in one episode? Bring back the biting social commentary! Last series they were pillorying the Religious Right, this time it seems to be “look- boobs!” A tad disappointing. But then they made Eric frickin' FLY, so conscience off, dick on, no?

Sparkle Vamp take note- this is the red-blooded woman / right-thinking man's slightly creepy nighttime visitation method of choice

Sunday, 20 December 2009

Reasons Sweden Rules the World #467


The ridickalously delectable Alexander Skarsgård.

There is a lot that could be said about this particular Scandinavian sex-monger, but right now I'm just going to sit here and watch him lounge.

Thursday, 22 October 2009

Glampyres

When I saw the title of Stephen Marche's piece in Esquire on Wednesday, with the thesis-title "Vampires as Gay Men: New Moon's Homosexual Vampire Connection" I clasped my hands with joy as I imagined teaching this in a few year time. In a primary school.

In the article, Marche explains the recent fangirl obsession with vampires - to which we fitcritics are perhaps not entirely immune - by invoking young women's latent desire to french with gayboys.

Duh. I mean, what girl doesn't dream of her gay boyfriend vomiting on her?



Thursday, 1 October 2009

I Wanna Do Bad Things With You

I was initially dubious about True Blood, the new vampire show from Six Feet Under's Alan Ball. For one thing, its timing smacked of jumping on the Twilight bandwagon for some easy money; for another, it appeared to have my beloved Anna Paquin (of Oscar-winning The Piano fame) cast as the blonde eye-candy.

From the first episode, however, True Blood subtly announces itself as the thinking person's vampire-based entertainment (granted, not that hard a sell, when you consider the competition). Set in the Deep South (and with the accents to match) its vamp situation nicely draws parallels with both civil rights and LGBT issues, from newspaper headlines such as 'Angelina Adopts Vampire Baby' to placards reading 'God Hates Fangs'. Introducing the best friend character as a Naomi Klein reader is cool, but pretty lazy characterisation, when you think about it- I still haven't forgotten One Tree Hill presenting Chad Michael Murray as a 'brooding serious type' by having him quote Shakespeare and Hemingway. Hmm.


On to the mightily photogenic leads: 100-odd year old Vampire Bill (Stephen Moyer) and the telepathic, cute-as-a-button Sookie (Paquin). If I didn't know the series was based on a book I'd think they'd given Sookie that ridiculous name just for how brilliant it sounds when Bill says it- 'Sookehhhh'. Moyer won my admiration recently by riling the 'Twihards' with an interview in which he dismissed that sparkly Pattison bloke as "a pussy... the diet coke of vampires". From the gore to the (fairly graphic, fairly frequent) sex, True Blood blows Twilight out of the water in the sexiness stakes. Throw in a gorgeous title sequence and great bluesy theme song, and I'm sold.