True Blood - High Budget Vampire Porn ...
Eric Shapiro - New York Press Staff Blogs - 6/14/2010
True Blood, adapted by Alan Ball from Charlain Harris’ book seriesThe Southern Vampire Chronicles, is nominally a supernatural mystery/thriller. Really, though, the main attraction is juicy supernatural sex, interspersed throughout a gnarled, labyrinthine and blood-spattered narrative that doesn’t make all that much sense. Sure, I enjoy watching hot vampires get it on, but as a fan of classic horror movies, I die a little bit inside when I witness the inhabitants of my childhood nightmares engaging in soft-core pornography, and kowtowing to boring southern waitresses.
There is surely no better example of vampiric emasculation than the wimpy Bill Compton, who spends too much time gazing longingly at his human girlfriend Sookie and not nearly enough going bump in the night. Pretty-boy vampire Eric Northman is only slightly better. Yeah, he’s a bad ass, but his competition with Bill for Sookie’s “affection” is more than a little pathetic. How could someone who has been alive for so long act like such a schoolboy? Oh, and any vampire who take orders from Evan Rachel Wood deserves to be tied to a tree just before sunrise.
Not content with sullying the name of vampires everywhere, True Blood has incorporated werewolves into its supernatural soap opera. They haven’t played too much of a role as of yet, so I’ll reserve judgment, but their initial appearance in last night’s Season 3 premiere was not promising.
True Blood werewolves, it turns out, look just like regular wolves, as opposed to the horrifying lycanthropic monstrosities of yore, and, in human form, they act like drunken, redneck biker dudes.
I’ll be the first to admit that recent attempts at taking vampires and werewolves seriously have proven disastrous, the remake of The Wolfman being a prime example. Sucking blood and eating people, in isolation, is not enough to grab audiences’ attention anymore. Nevertheless, classic horror movies like the original Dracula film were great because they used the powers of suggestion and implication to create fear and sexual undertones. True Blood, with its torrents of gore and over-the-top orgies, blatantly relies on shock value. Sure, it’s entertaining to watch now, but its appeal will prove to be very mortal once the novelty fades.
True Blood, adapted by Alan Ball from Charlain Harris’ book seriesThe Southern Vampire Chronicles, is nominally a supernatural mystery/thriller. Really, though, the main attraction is juicy supernatural sex, interspersed throughout a gnarled, labyrinthine and blood-spattered narrative that doesn’t make all that much sense. Sure, I enjoy watching hot vampires get it on, but as a fan of classic horror movies, I die a little bit inside when I witness the inhabitants of my childhood nightmares engaging in soft-core pornography, and kowtowing to boring southern waitresses.
There is surely no better example of vampiric emasculation than the wimpy Bill Compton, who spends too much time gazing longingly at his human girlfriend Sookie and not nearly enough going bump in the night. Pretty-boy vampire Eric Northman is only slightly better. Yeah, he’s a bad ass, but his competition with Bill for Sookie’s “affection” is more than a little pathetic. How could someone who has been alive for so long act like such a schoolboy? Oh, and any vampire who take orders from Evan Rachel Wood deserves to be tied to a tree just before sunrise.
Not content with sullying the name of vampires everywhere, True Blood has incorporated werewolves into its supernatural soap opera. They haven’t played too much of a role as of yet, so I’ll reserve judgment, but their initial appearance in last night’s Season 3 premiere was not promising.
True Blood werewolves, it turns out, look just like regular wolves, as opposed to the horrifying lycanthropic monstrosities of yore, and, in human form, they act like drunken, redneck biker dudes.
I’ll be the first to admit that recent attempts at taking vampires and werewolves seriously have proven disastrous, the remake of The Wolfman being a prime example. Sucking blood and eating people, in isolation, is not enough to grab audiences’ attention anymore. Nevertheless, classic horror movies like the original Dracula film were great because they used the powers of suggestion and implication to create fear and sexual undertones. True Blood, with its torrents of gore and over-the-top orgies, blatantly relies on shock value. Sure, it’s entertaining to watch now, but its appeal will prove to be very mortal once the novelty fades.