There’s a war brewin’ between old school vamps, the American Vampire League and humans. Safe to assume, it’s going to get real bloody, real soon on True Blood. And that’s saying something when you consider how much crimson has spilled already in season three. Bye, bye Franklin… again, and this time for good. I was wondering when Jason was going to use those wooden bullets. Looks like Eric has backed himself into a corner. Russell is so off his rocker he’s carrying around the gooey remains of Talbert in a glass vase. Creepy.
Here are three things I liked about episode nine:
1. Blood swirling down the shower drain. A nice homage to Hitchcock’s Psycho.
2. “Dude, I got the gun, shut the fuck up!” Jason’s response to being ignored by Crystal’s man. He really does have a way with words.
3. Russell’s toss to weather on the news desk. He might be a deranged maniac, but he sure is funny.
That’s all I got. Until next week…