Well, that was that, then. I don’t know whether Alan Ball is bogged down by the weight of the original story (which, judging by Wikipedia’s short summary of the books, isn’t getting any better down the line, and is uncannily reminiscent of what I’ve read all this week about the Twilight series — i.e., supernatural Mary-Sue fanfics) or he’s just out of his depth, and nobody will ever know if another actress could have saved Sookie or she’s just written that way (still judging from the summary, it definitely looks like she was), but the upshot of it is that it doesn’t work, it’s not interesting, and I’m not particularly happy that I watched this show. Except for the naughty bits, obviously. And discovering Michael Raymond-James, my future husband.

It doesn’t look like there’s much of a chance of next season being cancelled and Ball getting back to doing what he knows best. Damnit.