As I had hoped Alan Ball did not disappoint with his new HBO series True Blood which premiered last night along with the new season of Entourage. While True Blood pulled me in and had me hooked right away, sadly I couldn't say the same about the life and times of Vinnie Chase and cohorts.
I have to admit when I first read about the premise of True Blood I was unsure of the marriage of vampires and the creator of the best show on television: Six Feet Under. For those of you unfamiliar with the show, it takes place in a sleepy Louisiana town two years after it has been made public knowledge that vampires live among us and have been accepted into normal society. While a genre piece about vampires seemed an odd choice for Ball, he managed to stay true to his signature style creating a series about angsty relationships, quirky families and intolerance of minorities with a sprinkle of creepy vampire sex for good measure. Check it out, it won't be disappointing.
What was disappointing, however, was the new season of Entourage. With the exception of scene stealing Johnny Drama, the show has become a bland cookie cutter version of itself, with obvious storylines and rattled off rants from Ari that don't even try to make sense. The icing on the cake was the beach blanket bingo sex romp of a fantasy vacation Vinnie was on, which was exactly that: a fantasy. I'm all for the red-blooded straight man's wetdream that is Vincent Chase's life, but come-on, let's at least keep it in the realm of relative possibility otherwise it just becomes laughable.
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