Where the women are strong, the men are good looking, and all the children…think vampires are really cool!
I confess I’ve gotten disgusted with all TV series, I think. I get really excited and hooked on the first ten or so episodes. Then the cliff-hanger endings start to annoy, and soap opera relationships kick in along the plot lines, and I start rolling my eyes. I have been watching the first season of True Blood, and whereas I think it’s very well-made, as most HBO shows I’ve seen are, the sex and violence are way over the top. But more importantly, there are too many characters and plot lines for one to get a satisfying piece of the story within one episode, and the characters have begun to do stupid things for, what seems to me, the sole purpose of stretching the plot out longer. For instance: vampire Bill catches Sookie snogging with Sam, gets all jealous and fangy and starts throwing Sam around (luckily he’s a shapeshifter so he can take the beating fairly well), so Sookie gets pissed and rescinds his invitation in her house. All this while she’s still got a serial killer after her, and she could really use all the protection she could get. I can already see the next scene where the killer gets into the house and now Bill can’t come in and help, so Sookie’s on her own.
I am the type to be all for girl-meets-vampire, but I’m also a romantic, and plots along the lines of “will our heroine stick with her blood-sucker or sneak out with the shapeshifter?” scream sell-out to me. Conjecture on who the killer is can only drag out so long (I’ve narrowed it down to two, and I’m leaning towards the “nice” guy), and while I’ve developed interest in Tara and Jason, I know their problems are never going to be resolved as long as the series has to go on.
I had roughly the same response to the Anita Blake novels after a while, which put me off the Sookie Stackhouse books after the first few as I percieved them to be Anita-Blake-in-the-South. The only reason I hung on all the way through the Merry Gentry series is I read somewhere that LKH had a definite ending in mind (an ending which, I will say, surprised me a little and was satisfactory). I guess I’m just a snob about how I want my paranormal romance, or maybe I just have no love for writers who continue to drag their characters through terrible lives for the sake of the next book/season. Why not just start a new series? It has your name on it: your readers will come back to you, whether it’s the same character or not. Or if not, have a trilogy: resolve all the immediate issues; and then go have another trilogy, with almost all new issues!
It’s not that these series are not Dark enough to honor in my blog. On the contrary, I run to such things time and time again, professing that “I just want to see what they did with it,” and I get hooked by the sensual vampire lovers, even long before the heroines fall in love with them. But this is why I storm off in a huff when the girl runs off with some other hottie the minute the vamp does something she doesn’t like. So, true to pattern, I am alternately giddy and disgusted with the artful (and yes, deliciously Dark) rendition of True Blood.