Series creator Alan Ball's still drunk on metaphor in "True Blood"
and no one cares, argues the New York Times today
“True Blood” is nothing like its mob-world forebear or anything else on HBO. Where “The Sopranos” had restraint and vast ambition, “True Blood” has excess and gall. During the current season, its second (the penultimate episode will be shown on Sunday), it has become an allegory for nearly every strain of tension in American life...
That Mr. Ball seems tenuously at the rudder of his ideological ship doesn’t bother the millions of viewers who cannot get enough.
Sure, the subtext is scattered, just like it was last year
, but as I've said before
, the crucial difference in seasons one and two is characters. Last year, we had a Hallmark granny and the worst Cajun accent ever. This year, there's an orgy-inducing bull-woman, big haired religious crazies, a duplicitous shape shifter and more vampires. Who cares what's going on? It's enough to indulge in the trashy freak show.