True Blood was always fairly odd, a sexy Southern Gothic comedy-horror murder mystery about a telepathic waitress in a small town that just got its first vampire after they “came out of the coffin” a couple years earlier.
And it cranked up the Weird Level very quickly. I remember watching season one on TV, then seeing season two on a long-haul flight when I was already a bit sleep-deprived and having to go back to it later to confirm that, yes, the big bad did actually turn into a vibrating minotaur.
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