Well, True Blood gets stupider every season, but I must say, they went out with a bang this time around. In Season 4, the guilty pleasures the series offers moved beyond “this show is silly, but it’s got vampires, and look, little Anna Paquin is nekkid!” to “if Mystery Science Theater was still on, they could make a lot of fun of this show.” I only read the first of the Sookie Stackhouse books, so I can’t compare, but as I understand it, a lot of the things that the TV series has introduced took much longer to appear in the books. Whatever the case, Season 4 was overflowing, and not really in a good way. It started with fairies, but outside of giving half an explanation for Sookie’s powers, the entire fairy subplot kinda disappeared. Not to worry, though, because there were lots more werewolves and shapeshifters, along with wiccans and old-school witches, possessed babies, mediums, and brujo magic. I’m sure I’ve left something out. There was too much going on, which means that many of the individual scenes offered over-the-top entertainment, but I gave up trying to make sense of any of it long before the season ended.
Like I say, though, the season finale delivered the goods. Lots of characters died, lots of previously-dead characters came back, Sookie made her Bill/Eric decision, and Deborah Ann Woll came closer than ever to her first real nude scene. (The rules for the female nude scenes on True Blood seem to work like this: Anna Paquin is always ready to drop her top, no other regular on the show will, but women who are on for a season or so make up the difference. It’s an odd combination, but after four seasons, there is clearly a plan to all this.)
They left plenty of loose ends to get us to watch next season, and I guess I haven’t yet reached the point where my eye rolling overcomes the entertainment value. I’ll be there for Season 5, but this ain’t exactly The Wire. Hell, it ain’t even Six Feet Under.
Grade for Season 4 finale: A-. Grade for Season 4: B.