Hit the jump for the specifics of the night and to find out why Terry is in no mood for irony.
A few minutes here, a few minutes there, and it all adds up to a mess. True Blood refuses to kill anybody off, yet feels compelled to give everyone their own individual and separate journey. The frantically paced fallacies overwhelmed some of the better stories, yes, but the real problem is that there are simply too many stories. Last week I mentioned how True Blood is a show that can convince you, as Holly confirms to Arlene, that a smoke monster could well be the cause of your house fire and not the demon baby "like we thought." But this week, after praising the turn True Blood made in the first half of the season towards fun - if still completely illogical - happenings, we came to the sentence "my wife will drink the blood I collect from your brain." And that is when I wrote "game over" and put my pen down.
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