Let’s just say that after this episode, I’ll be happy to dance on True Blood’s grave.
This season started off sloppily, picked up in the middle, and is now careening towards something that looks like an ending, but is more just a crash against misdirected fan service and muddled writing. What’s missing is any kind of emotional resonance. But I could overlook a lot of that in the spirit of recognizing that this show is a shadow of its former self and a weird determination to see how characters I once liked ride off into the sunset.
And then True Blood went from being so-bad-it’s-good to legitimately offensive.