Flickering neon lights, mossy cypress trees, pulpy sexuality and vampires: I reluctantly admit I'm a sucker for all, so I enjoyed the premiere of True Blood last night. Yeah, it lacked enough realism to ground its attempts at social commentary. Sure, the Southern accents didn't seem authentic. But the story of virginal Sookie's budding attraction to a Civil War-era vampire brought back all my adolescent, Anne Rice-inspired swoonyness. I'll be (guiltily) coming back for more.