Oh, True Blood, why do you have to be so addicting? Seriously, why do I keep coming back to this show? I know that I’m just going to be traumatized and start bawling my eyes out. So, why do I do it? I’d like to hear from others: Why do you keep watching this bloody mess?
I hate to admit it, but this is one of those episodes that reminded me of why I keep putting myself through so much emotional anguish: despite the clunky storytelling that has too much going on at once, I feel for the characters. I love going on adventures with each and every single wacky citizen of Renard Parish (except for those I don’t), whether I’m rooting for them or disappointed in their idiocy. I believe in them as real people, especially when they act in ways I’d rather they didn’t. I believe in Hoyt’s need to not develop PTSD, Sookie’s reaction to Mike Spencer, Jason not wanting to give up his best friend or allow his sister to be in the line of fire, Tara’s newfound vampire bravery, and Luna’s drive to find Emma. Even when I’m disappointed in them, I do believe in their reactions, lifestyles and expectations. No one is intrinsically good and perfect, and most aren’t any where near pure evil (except for Bill).
In any event, I’m thrown. This episode was quite the doozy, and I’m still not quite sure how I’m going to adjust to everything that just happened. I do know one thing: I am so very happy with Bill’s fall from grace. I’ve said it again and again that Bill is awful in every way and Bill-lovers need some perspective. He is selfish and has consistently been seen acting with more depravity than any other protagonist vampire. In fact, let’s just discuss Bill.
Bill has become a creepy cultist. The way that he treats Jessica after forcibly removing her from their home, then planting Jess in the middle of the Vampire Authority (which she accidentally perceives as the AVL) is all the proof we need. Jess herself makes the point, remarking that Bill is acting like the religious parents that she had in her former human life.
Unfortunately there is a cultist trope, which Bill is fulfilling damn near exclusively with his body language and wording. His new suave walk is proof enough. The biggest signifier, however, was the very simple phrase, “but I’m getting ahead of myself.” That phrase alone is evidence of an antagonist, especially the type of villain who manipulates and uses others with their charismatic charm. Bill made me sick to my stomach this week, and I know that it’s only going to get worse.
I never genuinely expected True Blood to make Bill into the master fiend I’ve always recognized, so I’m actually thrilled with the turn this season has taken. I’ve continually made the point that Bill is not a good guy. I just hope that everyone is listening to me, because this time I happened to be overwhelmingly right.
Until next time.