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.
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Oooooooh, I missed it....off to program the DVR....(and it took me forever to realize that's Anna Paquin!!!)
DVR is necessary as it is also on Sunday night, which is in my house is reserved for Mad Men and only Mad Men ;)
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