It must be really bad that I don’t see anything wrong with Sookie’s little big dream. I hate Bill, yes. But all I could see was Anna Paquin having her way with Alexander Skarsgard and Stephen Moyer. Not bad, not bad at all. I have a special spot in my heart for poor Stephen Moyer who is brave enough to take on Bill’s role. The poor man must be wondering why nobody likes him, and it’s not his fault. It’s the character’s fault, and Alan Ball’s. Thankfully the latter wasn’t in charge of writing Episode 9, so we had a bit less WTF and a bit more “this could work.”
So we know Bill is still head over heels for Sookie, so he gave her his blood at the first sign of injury, and even saved the “I told you so” for another time. Alcide can go suck an egg for all I care. He was like “I’m done,” and I was like “with what?” Boy is delusional. Of course, he had a point: why did Bill let Sookie fight… and we all know the answer: because Bill is a sucker for Sookie and would castrate himself for the bitch even if his balls wouldn’t grow back. Do I sound mad? Yes I am. And here’s why: Bill stood up to Nan, who doesn’t seem to know whether she’s coming or going, which made me kinda like him. Ugh! And Nan: Either you want humans to like you, or you don’t! She obviously doesn’t like humans, since she’s willing to “let the show go on” without regards to the consequences of what Bill is telling her. Postponing an event due to a threat is not unheard of these days. Granted, if we trace back the whole entire problem, we all know that Bill started it by sending Eric into the witches’ coven. Now he’s trying to play clean-up and Nan won’t hear of it. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Bill isn’t king material. If everyone employed my common sense there wouldn’t be a plot, so I won’t delve too deeply into the BS. Nan does have every right to be mad at him… but honestly, what did she expect?
“This could work,” I said to myself when I saw what Jesus did to Lafayette and banished Miss Mavis to Heaven (or her next life, or whatever). Now I’m crossing my fingers that they will use him. I mean, why not? He has the powah! Yeah, brujo! I have no clue what he said, but he repeated it a couple of times. And before y’all say that I don’t know my Spanish, let me point out that Kevin Alejandro has a very Americanized accent when he speaks, and he was shouting, so it was difficult to understand him. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. He’s cute, though.
We did sort of venture into WTF territory with Tommy’s thing. Whenever I saw Sam or Tommy I cringed and rolled my eyes. Wasn’t Tommy gone? Do I really need to see Sam turn into a bunny and have sex with Luna while Tommy gets beat up? Was anybody else scratching their heads at the relevance of the two? What does it have to do with the price of eggs? You may set me straight if you wish. I just think that the Tommy thing should be put to rest already, but noooo!!! It’s coming back next episode, robbing us of some Eric/Sookie/Bill triangle time. Again.
Antonia is thoroughly hate-able! For a minute there I thought Debbie might usurp Antonia’s throne as Queen Bitch, but Antonia pulled through splendidly. I really am looking forward to her demise, and again wish that it could be at Jesus’ hands, though I very much doubt that’s the route it’s going to take. But wouldn’t it be cool? I mean, I feel sorry for Marnie, even though she invited the spirit by doing blood magic (a no-no if I’ve ever seen one). If Jesus could just lay his hands on Marnie and banish Antonia, that’s all for the best. But I think both are going to bite the dust at the same time… or someone is going to kill Marnie’s body, and Antonia will find herself another medium in Lafayette, and that’s when Jesus will do the laying of the hands, etc.
One more point: Jason fought courageously against his feelings for Jessica, and for that I will give him brownie points. It’s obvious they both like each other and HAD to end up making good use of the bed of his truck. He’s such a romantic charmer.
And for putting up with my rant, here’s some Skarsporn three-way. Just think of it as conference sex.