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True Blood is the new The Wire.
Previous posts have made quite clear my feelings of everlasting love for The Wire. Sadly, however, The Wire is no more, and we all must get on with our lives. David Simon’s new offering Treme is ok, I mean, it’s pretty, but it’s like a heavy-handed music video made by the bureau of tourism for New Orleans. Booooooring.
You know what’s NOT boring? True Blood. One could also accuse TB of heavy-handedness, I mean, what with the vampires, shape-shifters, and now WEREWOLVES, I know, it’s a lot to take. But it’s good. Damn good. Like, riveting, edge of chair/couch good.
What’s not to like? There’s sex, violence, intrigue, lies, lies and more lies. Oh, and sexy white-trash people with not too many clothes on. In other words, everything one could possibly want in a sunday night TV show. In short, I’m hooked.
I mean, I don’t want The Wire to feel bad, but TW and I parted ways. It was mutual. We had a good thing, but all good things must come to an end, and David Simon is now making commercials for New Orleans so I think he’s ended up just where he belongs, and I wish him all the best, really, I do.
Me, I’ve moved on. Judging by Allen Ball’s GENIUS series Six Feet Under, he’s made of stronger stuff, and can continue to deliver staggering awesomeness week after week for as long as HBO will allow.
So, raising a glass to True Blood, until next Sunday, my new love!
