A Maenad, A Cowvamp, and Evangelicals, Oh my! TRUE BLOOD Season 2 Review

Okay, enough time has passed, the Maryanne dust has settled, and I am going to attempt something that am not sure how I will be able to pull it off. I am attempting to do a Complete Season 2 Review of HBO's TRUE BLOOD, focusing on over-all story arcs, characters and also book to tv comparison. Fasten your seat belts and grab your TruBlood beverage *I had 0+ with the Ravenator for the Finale, and it was really good, esp. with vodka!* Okay, here we go!!!!



In order to give this review some ordered chaos (similar to Episode 11, perhaps, but more plot driven lol), let's separate the review. First, lets take a look at complete story arc. Now, this season was about wars and battles, and, similar to WWII, we had two main theaters. The Dallas Theater and the Bon Temps Theater.

So, let's discuss the Dallas Theater first.



Above, you will see the big baddies of the Dallas Theater, aka The Newlin's Fellowship of the Sun.(That's Steve and Sarah Newlin). The viewer is brought into their evangelical "God Hates Fangs" worlds by Jason and Eric. Jason has joined with the Fellowship of the Sun following Amy's Death and the events of Season 1, oh and after asking God for a sign. Eric brings Bill, Sookie and Jessica into their midst to help find his missing maker, Godric. Before hitting Dallas we hear that the Dallas vamps are monstrous and fierce creatures. When we meet them, however, they are just the same as our vamp friends in Bon Temps. The exception is Stan, whom of course they had to kill off due to the fact that his looks and sexuality diminish everyone else in the series. I mean, seriously, take a look...



Stan can do bad things to me anytime. But, alas, just as the ones i like on Survivor get voted off, those i like on True Blood get blown up. (Literally, he did).

So, Sookie infiltrates the Fellowship's church to find Godric, who actually turned himself over to the Church for self-sacrifice. All chaos ensues as the vamps attack, Sookie and Jason are reunited (Their hotel bedroom scene had a little too much incestuous undertones perhaps, it was a lil creepy), the fellowship were allowed to live, most of the vamps died, and they were headed back home to Bon Temps... and the second Theatre, aka Sookie's House of Horrors!!!

oh, before we get there. Jason was hysterical at the Fellowship boot camp, and was sans shirt anytime he could be, see below...



He even had sex with the married Sarah Newlin! Jason is back in business, that smoothie..but back to the review...Theater 2: Sookie's House of Horrors!!!



While the vamps and Sook were away in Dallas, Maryanne had her way with the entire town, practically. She moves into Sookie's house with both Eggs and an ostrich egg, and sets about finding Sam for an offering on her wedding day to the god Dionysus (Maryanne is a Maenad).




The town goes all orgy, black eyed crazy! And I LOVED IT!!! Of course, when Sookie and company return, all hell breaks loose, several people die and Maryanne is faked by Sam in bull guise, and gutted. It was priceless!!!

At the end of the season, of course, several things are set up for season three, which will be, it looks like, about identity crisis...we will get to that in the character reviews. The main plot, so far, involves a kidnapped Bill, a Yahtzee playing and scheming queen, a bitch named Lorena, Sam's real parents, a Rogue Jessica, oh, and Sookie's new non-human powers. AND WE HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL NEXT FRIGGIN JUNE!!!

Okay, on to characters.

SOOKIE. Poor poor Sookie. Can't just seem to get a break. She's in love with Bill, yet dreams about Eric (esp. after tasting his blood), attacked by Maryanne, practically raped by the Fellowship, finds out that she's not completely human, has a huge mess of a house to clean up, gets proposed to and then her finance goes missing while she contemplates her decision in the restaurant bathroom...what can I say other than it's been a rough two weeks for the girl.

BILL. All I have to say is that Vamps shouldn't Manscape!!! Please take a look at Bill at the beginning of the season.



Now, here's a pic of Bill later in the season sunbathing with the Queen Sophie-Anne in her luxurious and hilarious sun room.



HELLO!! CONTINUITY! Note to Mr. Ball! Don't have cast members shave their chests!!! Leave the hairs alone for us admirers!!! Enough said.

JASON.
Oh Jason, at least you try! I have to hand it to you lol. The re-enactment scene with Sarah as so High School Musical it was Priceless!!!



It's just like Tony and Maria from West Side Story!!!

Speaking of West Side Story!!!!

Hello, couple of the season!!! HOYT and JESSICA! Love them! Love that Hoyt is just a nice swell guy. Love that She went all rogue and is hitting up the tricks at the truck stop! They are just adorable together!!!!



MAXINE
Again I LOVE her!!! So evil yet so so friggin funny. She's brilliant!!!



ARLENE AND TERRY!!! Although i don't really like Arlene, I like Terry, and I think he may be hairy, so I hope we can see more of his chest next season lol

SAM
Sam wins for nudity this season, and it's all good. A great arc and character! And perfect clothing improviser! Love me so Sam Merlotte!



LAYFAYETTE. Went from in the cellar doing some Saw leg cutting, to drinkin and dreamin about Eric! He's a good ol fella!! But wait! YEP, he too shaved his chest hair! What's wrong with these people!!!

TARA. I don't like her. Never have. Never really will. Though i do think she has some good one liners. I think that her character is just as whiney as ever.

ERIC.
I am a huge fan of Eric, and he was great this season. I love how they fixed his hair lol His scenes with Godric were some amazingly emotional ones. And i love how he's getting closer and closer to the Sookster. (NOW be like the Eric Viking in the book and let your blond chest hair grow!!!!)



PAM
My Favorite All time character (we haven't seen Alcide yet). WAS SO MISUSED This Season! I MISS HER SO MUCH!!! and her pumps!!!! Mr. BALL PLEASE GIVE HER MORE TO DO NEXT SEASON!!!






GODRIC. Again, great storyline and Character. Good job Mr. Ball!!!



EGGS. Whatever. lol

MARYANNE
What can I say? Many hate her! I loved every bit of her! I am going to miss her SOOOO much!!!!! She was amazing!!! Debbie Pelt has major shoes to fill in the crazy bitch department lol

and last, but not least, Sophie-Anne.



I am intrigued. I know a lot about what the Queens about, and i like so far whats being done with her. We'll just wait to see about her, and how long Hadley (sookie's cuz stays alive)



Now, onto the Book vs. Show.
VERY VERY DIFFERENT!!!!! Don't even compare the two!!!! Lafayette's dead. Only One orgy. Eggs is bi, Tara is White, Maryanne is names Calisto and sleeps with Sam, Stan is the Sheriff, Godric is just there, the weres of Dallas save Sookie, its very very different.

I can't wait to see what they do with adapting Club Dead! Gay King of Mississippi! Alcide! Warewolves! Missing Bill! It'll be amazing!!!

Till next season! Peace!

New Season!!!! We're Back!!!!

Well, kids, we're back with a new name thanks to the second season of true Blood! Bacchae's Descent! And I guarantee that this season in blogosphere you will definitely be shaking your head at times and going, "He so didn't go there". And you know what? I am going there!!!

Today, in fact, I'll be bringing you Two! Count em Two reviews (in their own posts).

The first will be my review of the entire second season of True Blood. The second season was, in a word, interesting lol. The second post will be my weekly recap/review of Survivor Samoa.

For now, just to wet your appetites, I leave you with this image of the newest cast member of the Melrose Place, redux...Caleb Brewer, the cigar smokin gay businessman played by Victor Webster...there is hope there, even if, at this point, Melrose Place jury is still out. (though with Peter and the Syd flashbacks there's still hope...upcoming posts reviews? i think so..)

Though the question remains? When Mr. Caleb is revealed Sans Shirt, which Caleb will viewers see?

The smoothie?



or the hot one, i mean the hairy one?



Until then, my friends, the jury is out....i just hope this cigar smokin hunk is filled with chest hair.

See you in a few hours!!!!

new blog...finally

okay folks...a new blog will be in store for you tomorrow!!!!
and it will be a review of something i watch tonight lol

A Time To Vent

I realize it's been a while since my past post here, but I've been busy. Travelling, all that jazz, etc. And i Apologize. Tomorrow will be back in action with film reviews, and more. So sorry for the hiatus.

Anywho, this blog is currently titled Dirait-On, which is French for So They Say. lol Now some of you may know that I am a member and group owner of another blog-ish site.

Now, it's not like me to bitch out like this, lol, okay, it kinda is, but i want to take a moment and vent about something that has been on my mind for the past few weeks.

I am one who wears his emotions etc on his sleaves. There's no hiding with me. Those who know me know that I am an Artist, a writer and director. Those who know me from NYC may have witnessed some of my productions. Funny sideline>

I graduated from Fordham University in 2001. During the four years at that university my writing or directing or both was responsible for several memorable 1st time experiences, including:

On Stage bullet wound complete with flying brain matter and head explosion
Stage Flooded with blood
All Leading Actors possessing Chest Hair
Simulated Rape
More Leather in Costumes than imaginable, incl. Oedpus in Leather
An audience Member having a panic attack and having to walk out...

and so forth. In fact, since my graduation, they have begun to refer to special effects, and edge and envelope pushing theatrical experiments "Costelloism", which is kinda cool.

Back on track, at the core of who I am, i consider myself an Artist. Now, contrary to popular beliefs, Artists don't hide from their emotions. At least I don't, especially when it comes to the written word.

Now, it is there that I release things. Call it, therapy, perhaps. lol Which bring me to my venting.

So, on this other site which i mentioned above, i say what I feel, and think, and believe, and i say it often times with passion and conviction. Do i always write the most popular things, or take the most politically correct of positions? Of course not lol

Well,

People that i know, several, in fact, have recently confessed to me that others on that site have questioned my mental stability to them. Under the guise of concern, these individuals (whom i do not know the identites) have asked if i was right in the head, was healthy mentally, well, you know the drill.

Let me just say that this really bugs me. Seriously seriously bugs me. And actually, the fact that my 'friends' even mentioned this to me, bugs me. Now, i will admit that I've been holding off on that site from calling out a many number of people as pure idiots, masagonistic twerps, ignoraneous malcontents, the list goes on. I am just tired of dealing with individuals who seem to have a mental age of 10 or 11 (And no, none of them are handicapped mentally).

Moreover, these people, i am convinced, can not read, or refuse to read. Perhaps it's selective. Two-syllable word maximum comprehension.

It is interesting to note that i am still a part of that other site, even though, it obviously looks like i should just leave it. The fact is, there are some really good folks there. And with what i state on my blogs there, these people interact and understand and that's what's important. So i'm staying for the time being.

As to my mental stability, well, I'm fine. Or as fine as someone who's Art lies in the horror genre can be lol.

Currently I am in pre production for Titus Andronicus, which I will direct in the Fall, i am still workin on Amongst The Living, and also a special project that I will refer to as Mr.B. I have recently begun a novel focusing on unrequited love, called aptly lol Unrequited lol as well. These are all works whose emotional layers and epiphanies lead one to very deep and sometimes dark places.

As an artist i firmly believe we need to go to those places, even if we don't want to go there. It will only make us stronger. And I will confess that no matter whatever else i am doing, be it my office job, or hosting a seminar, or atteding an event, or even writing this, well...in the words of Sondheim "Wherever you live there's a part of you always standing by, mapping out the sky, finishing the hat"

That's just who I am. My mind wanders through observation of Human interaction and the human condition. People watching in Sheep Meadow is one of the most fascinating things i have the pleasure of doing. People say i'm a dreamer, or an idealist. Truth is, i can and have taken the slightest bit of sight observations and transformed that moment into something much grander. For example, one time at The MET i viewed a photgraph. It depicted a naked woman laying on a chaise (black and white), with her wet hair snaking along her neck and cheeks as gravity pulled it towards the floor. The photgraph was taken by the frustrating "Anonymous" lol and the Caption below it read: Is she asleep? or is she Dead?

This picture spawned the creation of Sanctuary, one of my self-confessed lesser works. The story dealt with A woman in the 18th Century who had plummet to her death in order to not marry an arranged suitor in Paris. Of course, a Vampire finds her and claims and takes her instead. Not only is she resentful, but she's pissed. She basically allows the Vamp to teach her everything she needs to know, till she becomes more cunning and skilled than he (go feminism) and then turns on him, killing him, and as a result, killing herself (2nd times the charm). Her last line in the play is "You stole my death from me. I'm taking it back, and bringing you along with me".

Okay, it's not Shakespeare of Chekov, but I quote it just as an example of how my mind works.

Okay, venting almost over, lol im going to confess here a recent happening which also has my knots tied in a ribbon. And of course, it involves, gulp, a potential partner. lol

After several weeks of getting to know one another, etc. I finally gave in to the requests to read something that I had written. The piece i handed over is "Jacob" a piece which has been produced in NYC twice, in fact. A piece that is very dark. Very thought-provoking, and, i must admit, one of my favorites.

Well, upon reading the script, things went dreadfully sour. Comments such as "You're sick and disgusting" "How could you even think to write that?" etc were fired towards me. Now, as a theatrical critique, I glory in those kinds of responses.

From a potential mate? Not so much. In fact, when I mentioned that I have a fake decapitated head hanging in my bedroom, well, that about sealed the deal. lol

It's interesting. The response to the play totally affected and altered the response and reaction to me. Which i guess, is understandable lol

People always assume that someone who works in the genre that I do is mentally unstable, a sociopath, or what have you. It happens all the time, these misconceptions. I just want to put it out there. It's not true. lol

In fact, if it weren't for my Art, i may be crazy lol Does it frustrate me that potential boyfriends shy away because of it? Yeah. But i will choose my Art over Love anyday. Interesting, i know. Thank's for letting me vent lol

Anyway, i doubt anyone would have gotten this far, but if they did, here's some pics lol They are from RARE FLESH, an amazing photography book with Pictures by David Armstrong, and prose by Clive Barker, on of my ultimate idols and mentors. In fact, Clive is in the second pic. Enjoy!





Peace

Just

The Only Reason I will see Star Trek

Okay okay, I know you've been waiting for my official review of The Haunting In Connecticut, and it will come, i promise. I just have to get something off of my chest first.
The ONLY reason that I will go see Star Trek. And That reason is one word. Sylar. Or more importantly, the amazing actor playing him: Namely...



That's right folks! Mr. Zachary Quinto himself is playing, of all roles, friggin Spock!



Yup. tis true. The actor of such masculinity, and sexual and sensual appeal is playing friggin Spock, whom i don't think has a history known for his sexual or sensual exploits. And I'm sorry, but I have never figured out what that finger thing is supposed to mean, so please, enlighten me ;-) The worst thing, however, is that it appears (at least in the above picture) that they made my amazing Sylar SHAVE (I mean, come on people!!!!!) I will cry, I tell you!! Cry!!!

Now, i have never seen an episode of the original Star Trek in its entirety. Seriously. Just never has happened. it just didn't interest me. The same with Star Wars. I was like, oh well. Big whoopie! I guess I was a late bloomer...or one of the Next Generation.

Now that, I did watch, almost religiously! Three reasons for that. Jean Luc Picard, The Borg, and Mr. Johnathan Frakes.





Please, he's a LeatherDaddy in the making lol

And of course, the most recent Enterprise starred the man for whom I credit the ability to have intimate relations with a female: WHOO HOOO Scott Bakula himself!!!



Now, here is the story. I was visiting home Freshman year of college because i was asked by a friend of a friend (and i speak to neither now, go figure) to accompany her to her freshman dance party, bingo game, or something. It was like a prom. Meaning, it was ridiculous. Now by this time, hello, there were no closets in my life, but reluctanly i agreed to go with her, OMG her name was NICKY lol, okay, so i agreed to go with nicky as friends...

Cut to the after party at her house and about 7 beers and who knows how many shots later, and shes askin me questions...'so you've never really been with a woman?'...ah, nope...'and you never wanted to be with a woman?...ah, don't think so..."come on, just try it, come on....' you know where this is going. Peer Pressure. I just get suckered by it all the time...

So, I eventually said 'fine' mostly to get her to shut the frack up! She was like, hold on, let me take out my retainer!!! (I KID YOU NOT!!!!!! I wanted to blow chunks then and there...oh, but it got worse folks....) She kisses me, ACK, and the She says 'Please go down on me'. I was like "Huh?" (I mean, was she crazy? And then i remembered, ah, she's a breeder. And did she have to say please? She was totally feeding into my catholic guilt complex)...so, I will admit i was quasi-curious, and a whole lotta drunk, and so she parts her legs and then i see it. The sweat begins to form on my brow. OMG. I think what the hell do, i do with it? I slept through that lecture in high school...So i just put on my explorer hat and goggles and prepare for the expedition lol... Flick this. Lift That, Wiggle those...I HAD NO IDEA, and then the sweat was flowin, and she's Moanin and sighin and im feel like i've lost my way on a dirt road and i'm fighting a charlie horse, and a cannabilistic roseanne bar is steadily approaching me cause, in the words of my mother, "they'd eat me first."

I couldn't takt it. I wasn't very good at the rubik's cube, and i so wasn't able to figure out 'down there' (hence why i call it the rubik's cube). So i picked my head up and she was still moanin and such and i said 'excuse me'...she looks down, and i said 'this isn't really working.' Well then, the sighs and moans turned to frowns and i swear, she started to friggin shed a tear. A TEAR!!! So i swallowed my pride, and i think a little of my dinner from earlier (you know what i mean) and i said "Can i just frack you?"

She was beaming once again, and i took the dive. And clenched my ees so tight and thought of the one person who could help me through this ordeal. And of course, it was none other than Mr. Scott Bakula himself. Specifically, the opening sequence of Quantum Leap where he leaps nekked into the body of a monkey trapped in a cage (I KID YOU NOT) So, i owe my survival to Mr. Bakula. Who, hello, did Playgirl!!!



Which, if anyone knows of where i can get a copy, I WOULD LOVE A COPY OF THAT MAGAZINE!!!!!!!!

Anyway, so my mind is wandering off into dangerous thoughts, so i will leave you with more pictures of my Sylar. More later. Peace

Hump Day Report

Hello folks! (Okay, all 5 of you lol)

Tis Tax Day, and Hump Day all rolled into one, and being that I was out of town this past weekend, i found myself getting blocked up.

Here's what you've missed.

1. As I said, Poor Poor Joe is gone. I knew it!!! i put the curse of injury and failure into that poor poor man. When the helicopter came and hauled him away i Cursed the TV, Survivor, and myself. lol Sorry to say i warned ya, Joe. lol

2. I Finally, yes FINALLY saw The Haunting in Connecticut! Ms. J and I saw it Mon night, and its taken me this long to recover lol Look for the detailed review later today.

3. A sports announcer in Philadelphia has passed away and it's as if the president has been assassinated. I just don't get it.

4. My New York excursion was something!!! And while there i got to view at 1:00am the lifetime premiere of Tribute, which i kept referring to as Treatment, starring the 'i liked her better when fat' Brittany Murphy...look for that review later as well.

5. This week i am moving, so its been a little hectic. To say the least. I found a great home that is in my price rannge, and so what if it was once a funeral parlor, the scene of a mass cult suicide, and republican lol

More later folks.

For now, I will leave you with an image of Adam Baldwin. WHOOOFFFF
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Tragedy at Les Gals

I am sure that you can recall my post on Les Gals Adult Center a few posts back. Well, just the perfect way to start of the Triduum...death at Les Gals.

Let me take you through the event, as witnessed by yours truly and two other co-workers. The first police car, with silent lights spinning, arrived at Les Gals at approximately 10:45am EST. The Officer exited the vehicle and entered the establishment.

At this time I had assumed that once again Les Gals was being raided, a thing that has happened their before, so I thought nothin of it.

Around 11:03am EST a police van arrived, again with silent lights flicking on and off. The original officer exited the building and went to the van...

Suddenly, i was distrated by a coworker who asked me about my preference for Peeps (I hate them for those wondering) My Coworker then stated, "They're takin a body bag inside!"

I said "The Peeps!" and then i realized he was speaking about Les Gals.



See, isn't it beautiful? All the pretty lights????

Anyway, all eyes were glued to the window. Myself and my fellow smoking co-worker ventured outside to see what indeed was amiss at LesGals. What we saw was the officers descending the sheet metal lined stairs with a bugling robust, filled body bag. They lifted and deposited the body bag into the police van "Going directly to the morgue," my co-worker stated, and then they got in their respective vehicles and drove away.

It's always interesting seeing a dead body. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to it.

The most shocking thing is that LesGals never even closed its doors. It was a quick in and out and back to business as usual.

There are so many questions i have, and scenerios i keep replaying in my mind, that i know will end up in some written form lol

I just hope he went with a smile on his face.

Now, im all screwed up, so I leave you with this to make you happy and hopefully me happy as well...