The final season of what, at times, has felt like an over-long, drawn-out television series has arrived. I often defend True Blood, classing it as one of my favourite T.V shows, but what started as a quite compelling show, with thrilling and original story lines came crashing down in season six with a just too out there plot line. If you are up-to-date with the show like me, then you’ll be aware of the Nazi-esque prison camp which was the main setting for season six, with experiments on both vampires and humans taking place. Bill (or Billith as he became referred too), became some kind of malevolent Vampire God, and the trailer trash government of the South put in place plans to exterminate all Vampires. Putting all the weirdness aside, it was at times an entertaining ride (courtesy of Alexander Skarsgard’s Eric, as is often the case), and came to an end which put viewers firmly on the edge of theirs seats eagerly awaiting the arrival of the seventh and final season. Season seven is now in its fifth week (apologies for such a late post), and it took until last weeks Death is not the End for True Blood to finally return to its shining form of seasons one and two. The death toll is high in this final season, cutting loose ends (and characters who have been long disliked by audiences’). New Vampires have arrived, both normal and crazed (True Blood likes a heavy dose of both), and one in particular has quickly become a firm favourite of mine. Jessica’s new boyfriend James (Nathan Parsons), who was introduced in the camp in season six but replaced by a different actor for this final showdown is quite simply, one hell of a cool dude. He’s sexy, humane, and his friendship (perhaps relationship come the end) with the outrageous Lafayette is one of the most interesting elements of the season.
Opening with a super stylish battle between a group of crazed Hep-V infected Vamps and the humans and healthy vampires of Bon Temps, season seven promised good things to come. Tara, a veteran of the show was killed off in the first moments of episode one, but that doesn’t mean shes gone forever in a show which celebrates all things supernatural. Starting so superbly, I was left disappointed as the rest of the opening fell short, with little happening apart from conversations between various couples about the state of the South, who have all been but neglected by the the rest of America. Episodes two and three were nothing special, with a long-winded display of how bad things have got for the small towns of red-neck America, and little screen time for firm favourite’s Eric and Pam. Finally episodes four and five came and saved the day. Death is not the End saw some rather hilarious flashbacks to how Fangtasia came to be, and Erics reunion with Bill, Sookie and the rest of the gang was a sweet reminder of the glory days of True Blood. Lost Cause, the shows latest offering saw the apparently now recovered town partying away their woes, with goodbyes to relationships and loved ones, and a shock relating to the deadly Hep-V. I wont say too much more, as I’ve gone pretty spoiler crazy but lets hope the rest of the season is of similar taste.
Putting aside the violence, sex and hill-billy motifs, True Blood has pretty much always been focused on the love story between Bill and Sookie, whether that was lingering in the background or shoved in our faces. The final promises to draw to a close unfinished business for both the characters and the audience, who if are still hanging on in season seven deserve a rather fantastical ending. Known for its frantic energy, and at times bizarre plot lines, True Blood is showing no signs of giving up on delivering a scorcher of a final, returning to its former glory days and perhaps giving us all closure on who, if anyone, Sookie will chose.