Commentary
It was 1997 when Buffy the Vampire Slayer premiered on the (now defunct) WB network. It was a midseason replacement for a short-lived show called Savannah, it was based off the critically panned film of the same name by writer Joss Whedon, and I was a vampire crazed 9 year old that loved the original movie (it was funny, sue me!). So naturally, I gravitated towards this show. Buffy’s first season was relatively short for network TV (it only got 12 episodes), but it was also unlike anything on air at the time in other ways.
For starters, it was a serialized show in a landscape where thirty minute comedies were the norm. Then, it didn’t exactly have a specific genre – it was a nice mix of fantasy, horror, comedy, drama and action adventure. Add on top of that that it was also a coming of age story about a young girl who has a destiny to rid the world of evil while struggling to just be a normal person, and you had this really odd, sometimes campy, freakshow. But it worked and over the course of 7 seasons became a cult hit.
Buffy was special to me in many ways. Sarah Michelle Gellar as Buffy was incredibly likeable, adorably cute, yet someone you could believe wouldn’t be pushed around and could save the world. Not an easy feat for a then teenage actress to pull off. Then, there was the zany group of sidekicks that I wound up loving more than Buffy herself, and one in particular that made puberty much easier to get through. David Boreanaz’s Angel, Buffy’s beau for the first three seasons of the series, was walking sex as a 240 year old vampire with a soul and a slight Jekyll/Hyde problem that made fornication between the two potentially life threatening for the residents of fictional Sunnydale, California. He went on to get his own spin-off series on the WB during Buffy’s fourth season and I followed every moment of its five year run.
Once Angel went off the air in 2003 (Buffy’s final season aired the year prior), I was devasted. Where was I going to get my weekly vampire fix? How was I going to cope with the loss of a group of characters I’d come to love like members of my own family for close to 8 years?! I grew up with these shows. These shows taught me very valuable life lessons that I’d never get from some procedural on NBC or a thirty minute sitcom (i.e. don’t have sex with your boyfriend or all hell will break loose, Never Kill A Boy On The First Date, magic is crack, etc.) – how was I going to live?!
Well, many TV stations heard the cries of us Buffy fanatics and decided to try and get in on the vampire hysteria to embarrassing ends. First, there was that show on Lifetime based off of some author’s vampire series. The show was so bad, I can’t even be bothered to go look up what it was called or who wrote the books. Seriously – why should I waste my valuable time reliving that travesty?! It failed for many reasons, one of them being that it was on the network for women. Really, folks? You put a vampire show on the same channel that gives you such cinematic greatness as My Husband, the Rapist, I Shot My Husband Dead After He Beat Me, Pregnant and Homeless, and The Burning Bed and expected people to watch it? Okay. Add to the fact that it was shot like some bad film school project and I’m not surprised it got the ax.
Then there was Moonlight. I watched one episode of that godawful show and was ready to gauge my eyes out. Here was the premise: a vampire works as a police officer (at night) solving crimes while looking hot. Hmmm…where have I heard that idea before? Oh right – Angel, Buffy’s spin-off! Sure, Angel was a detective (at night) who was esentially fighting an evil law firm to stop an apocalypse (trust me, it’s not as dumb as it sounds when I recap it) so that’s different. But still – copy much? And okay, to be fair, Angel wasn’t the first vampire detective on television either. There was the incredibly awesome Canadian show Forever Knight that used to air on Sci-Fi about a 400 year old vampire detective Nick Knight who was trying to find a cure for vampirism while fighting crime. Long story short, those two shows (Angel and FK) were different and had excellent writing. Moonlight was a poor man’s version of both and thankfully, it bit the dust after a season and a half.
So when news of True Blood started circulating two years ago, I inwardly groaned. I was so spoiled by Buffy and Angel that I couldn’t imagine anything coming along that would live up them. Then I saw the pilot of TB and groaned out loud (as did my horrified mother who was appalled at all the sex – she’s over it now, though, and can watch in peace): it was boring. For all the talk that Buffy fans do about how boring the pilot of that show, “Welcome to the Hellmouth,” was or how they couldn’t wait for Angel’s “City Of…” pilot to be over, this was the worst pilot of a vampire show I’d ever seen. Seemingly gratuitous sex scene after sex scene plagued my vision, the characters were either shrill (i.e. Tara) or just plain snoozeworthy (i.e. Sookie, Bill, and Sam), and I couldn’t believe this was an Alan Ball show, particularly because I loved Six Feet Under and his film American Beauty.
Luckily for HBO, this show came on at a time where Desperate Housewives was on hiatus so I had no choice but to keep tuning in. What the hell else was I going to watch? The second episode wasn’t that much better than the first, but the third one was where I said, “Wow – this is actually good!” I’ve been watching like a fiend ever since.
Like Buffy, the secondary characters in True Blood are way more interesting than the lead. Tara Thornton, Sookie’s best friend, is probably the most kickass character in the whole bunch. She went from being super annoying angry black chick stereotype to a full, fleshed out, heartbreaking person. Tara has an epically crap life (her mom’s an alcoholic who’s convinced she’s possessed by a demon, her father is MIA, etc.) and I just want to simultaneously reach through the TV and give the girl a hug and slap some sense into her. In fact, she reminds me of my favorite Buffyverse character Cordelia Chase (played excellently by Charisma Carpenter) in that she’s so funny, so snarky, a little mean, but has a heart of gold.
Then there’s my other favorite TB character, Lafayette. This guy could’ve also come off as another campy stereotype, but because of the wonderful acting of Nelsan Ellis, he’s one of the most compelling people in the series. Lafayette is an openly gay black man who paints his toenails, wears eyeshadow and lipstick regularly to work, prostitutes on the side for Bon Temps, LA politicians and sells V, illegal vampire blood that humans use to get high and horny. He’s usually laugh out loud hysterical, but then will occasionally say or do something incredibly scary reminding the townspeople (and us viewers) that even though he’s gay and flamboyant, he’s still a man and will still whoop some ass if you cross him.
My only issue with this show is the relationship between Bill and Sookie. So Bill Compton is a vampire and Sookie Stackhouse is a 26 year old virgin who’s taken by Bill’s “otherness” so to speak. With the exception of the really hot deflowering scene they had together, I don’t get a romantic vibe from these two. Now, maybe it’s just because I’m biased due to my hardcore Buffy/Angel love (they were the cutest TV couple ever in my opinion), but Bill and Sookie just don’t seem like star-crossed lovers to me and that’s a problem when that’s what the show is trying to sell me. Sometimes they seem more like brother and sister. Despite this minor problem, this show actually shaped up to be *gulp* better than Buffy or Angel’s first seasons.
And now I have to go flog myself for committing the cardinal sin of saying something was better than the two best shows ever on television.
My TB love was almost ruined, however, when I went back to read the first two books of the Southern Vampire series by Charlaine Harris. They are just not good. I mean, for what they are (popcorny entertainment), they’re acceptable. But they definitely don’t hold a candle to Anne Rice’s novels, Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot, or Bram Stocker’s Dracula. And Sookie and Bill are a thousand times more annoying in the books. He’s insanely possessive, getting angry if she even dares to speak to another man in his presence and she’s a total pushover, changing her style of dress when he tells her to and other ridiculous things like that. Combine that with my hardcore hate of anything remotely Twilight-ish and Mary Sue type characters, Harris’s books make me angry as something of a feminist and makes me question teenage girls’s tastes. Do you ladies really want insane, stalkery, uber-possessive nutcase boyfriends like Bill and Edward Cullen? If book sales for both series are any indication, the horrifying answer to that is “yes.”
Still, True Blood is great TVand I hope it gets many more seasons.
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From Buffy to True Blood: My Newest Vampire Addiction
In Alan Ball, Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Charlaine Harris, commentary, HBO, horror, Joss Whedon, macabre, mythology, Sookie Stackhouse, Southern Vampire Mysteries, vampires, WB on May 25, 2009 at 2:13 pmCommentary
It was 1997 when Buffy the Vampire Slayer premiered on the (now defunct) WB network. It was a midseason replacement for a short-lived show called Savannah, it was based off the critically panned film of the same name by writer Joss Whedon, and I was a vampire crazed 9 year old that loved the original movie (it was funny, sue me!). So naturally, I gravitated towards this show. Buffy’s first season was relatively short for network TV (it only got 12 episodes), but it was also unlike anything on air at the time in other ways.
For starters, it was a serialized show in a landscape where thirty minute comedies were the norm. Then, it didn’t exactly have a specific genre – it was a nice mix of fantasy, horror, comedy, drama and action adventure. Add on top of that that it was also a coming of age story about a young girl who has a destiny to rid the world of evil while struggling to just be a normal person, and you had this really odd, sometimes campy, freakshow. But it worked and over the course of 7 seasons became a cult hit.
Buffy was special to me in many ways. Sarah Michelle Gellar as Buffy was incredibly likeable, adorably cute, yet someone you could believe wouldn’t be pushed around and could save the world. Not an easy feat for a then teenage actress to pull off. Then, there was the zany group of sidekicks that I wound up loving more than Buffy herself, and one in particular that made puberty much easier to get through. David Boreanaz’s Angel, Buffy’s beau for the first three seasons of the series, was walking sex as a 240 year old vampire with a soul and a slight Jekyll/Hyde problem that made fornication between the two potentially life threatening for the residents of fictional Sunnydale, California. He went on to get his own spin-off series on the WB during Buffy’s fourth season and I followed every moment of its five year run.
Once Angel went off the air in 2003 (Buffy’s final season aired the year prior), I was devasted. Where was I going to get my weekly vampire fix? How was I going to cope with the loss of a group of characters I’d come to love like members of my own family for close to 8 years?! I grew up with these shows. These shows taught me very valuable life lessons that I’d never get from some procedural on NBC or a thirty minute sitcom (i.e. don’t have sex with your boyfriend or all hell will break loose, Never Kill A Boy On The First Date, magic is crack, etc.) – how was I going to live?!
Well, many TV stations heard the cries of us Buffy fanatics and decided to try and get in on the vampire hysteria to embarrassing ends. First, there was that show on Lifetime based off of some author’s vampire series. The show was so bad, I can’t even be bothered to go look up what it was called or who wrote the books. Seriously – why should I waste my valuable time reliving that travesty?! It failed for many reasons, one of them being that it was on the network for women. Really, folks? You put a vampire show on the same channel that gives you such cinematic greatness as My Husband, the Rapist, I Shot My Husband Dead After He Beat Me, Pregnant and Homeless, and The Burning Bed and expected people to watch it? Okay. Add to the fact that it was shot like some bad film school project and I’m not surprised it got the ax.
Then there was Moonlight. I watched one episode of that godawful show and was ready to gauge my eyes out. Here was the premise: a vampire works as a police officer (at night) solving crimes while looking hot. Hmmm…where have I heard that idea before? Oh right – Angel, Buffy’s spin-off! Sure, Angel was a detective (at night) who was esentially fighting an evil law firm to stop an apocalypse (trust me, it’s not as dumb as it sounds when I recap it) so that’s different. But still – copy much? And okay, to be fair, Angel wasn’t the first vampire detective on television either. There was the incredibly awesome Canadian show Forever Knight that used to air on Sci-Fi about a 400 year old vampire detective Nick Knight who was trying to find a cure for vampirism while fighting crime. Long story short, those two shows (Angel and FK) were different and had excellent writing. Moonlight was a poor man’s version of both and thankfully, it bit the dust after a season and a half.
So when news of True Blood started circulating two years ago, I inwardly groaned. I was so spoiled by Buffy and Angel that I couldn’t imagine anything coming along that would live up them. Then I saw the pilot of TB and groaned out loud (as did my horrified mother who was appalled at all the sex – she’s over it now, though, and can watch in peace): it was boring. For all the talk that Buffy fans do about how boring the pilot of that show, “Welcome to the Hellmouth,” was or how they couldn’t wait for Angel’s “City Of…” pilot to be over, this was the worst pilot of a vampire show I’d ever seen. Seemingly gratuitous sex scene after sex scene plagued my vision, the characters were either shrill (i.e. Tara) or just plain snoozeworthy (i.e. Sookie, Bill, and Sam), and I couldn’t believe this was an Alan Ball show, particularly because I loved Six Feet Under and his film American Beauty.
Luckily for HBO, this show came on at a time where Desperate Housewives was on hiatus so I had no choice but to keep tuning in. What the hell else was I going to watch? The second episode wasn’t that much better than the first, but the third one was where I said, “Wow – this is actually good!” I’ve been watching like a fiend ever since.
Like Buffy, the secondary characters in True Blood are way more interesting than the lead. Tara Thornton, Sookie’s best friend, is probably the most kickass character in the whole bunch. She went from being super annoying angry black chick stereotype to a full, fleshed out, heartbreaking person. Tara has an epically crap life (her mom’s an alcoholic who’s convinced she’s possessed by a demon, her father is MIA, etc.) and I just want to simultaneously reach through the TV and give the girl a hug and slap some sense into her. In fact, she reminds me of my favorite Buffyverse character Cordelia Chase (played excellently by Charisma Carpenter) in that she’s so funny, so snarky, a little mean, but has a heart of gold.
Then there’s my other favorite TB character, Lafayette. This guy could’ve also come off as another campy stereotype, but because of the wonderful acting of Nelsan Ellis, he’s one of the most compelling people in the series. Lafayette is an openly gay black man who paints his toenails, wears eyeshadow and lipstick regularly to work, prostitutes on the side for Bon Temps, LA politicians and sells V, illegal vampire blood that humans use to get high and horny. He’s usually laugh out loud hysterical, but then will occasionally say or do something incredibly scary reminding the townspeople (and us viewers) that even though he’s gay and flamboyant, he’s still a man and will still whoop some ass if you cross him.
My only issue with this show is the relationship between Bill and Sookie. So Bill Compton is a vampire and Sookie Stackhouse is a 26 year old virgin who’s taken by Bill’s “otherness” so to speak. With the exception of the really hot deflowering scene they had together, I don’t get a romantic vibe from these two. Now, maybe it’s just because I’m biased due to my hardcore Buffy/Angel love (they were the cutest TV couple ever in my opinion), but Bill and Sookie just don’t seem like star-crossed lovers to me and that’s a problem when that’s what the show is trying to sell me. Sometimes they seem more like brother and sister. Despite this minor problem, this show actually shaped up to be *gulp* better than Buffy or Angel’s first seasons.
And now I have to go flog myself for committing the cardinal sin of saying something was better than the two best shows ever on television.
My TB love was almost ruined, however, when I went back to read the first two books of the Southern Vampire series by Charlaine Harris. They are just not good. I mean, for what they are (popcorny entertainment), they’re acceptable. But they definitely don’t hold a candle to Anne Rice’s novels, Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot, or Bram Stocker’s Dracula. And Sookie and Bill are a thousand times more annoying in the books. He’s insanely possessive, getting angry if she even dares to speak to another man in his presence and she’s a total pushover, changing her style of dress when he tells her to and other ridiculous things like that. Combine that with my hardcore hate of anything remotely Twilight-ish and Mary Sue type characters, Harris’s books make me angry as something of a feminist and makes me question teenage girls’s tastes. Do you ladies really want insane, stalkery, uber-possessive nutcase boyfriends like Bill and Edward Cullen? If book sales for both series are any indication, the horrifying answer to that is “yes.”
Still, True Blood is great TVand I hope it gets many more seasons.