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Vampires that don't suck Alan Ball explains that the undead in his new HBO series don't just embody our deepest sexual yearnings -- they represent both gays and the Bush administration.
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  • Hey, this isn't Twilight...

    ...there is a reason, not-so-mysterious, that Sookie can't read Vampire Bill's thoughts. He's dead. She can't really connect to get a read off of any vampire.

    (I hate that I felt the need to clarify that. Alan Ball didn't mention how addictive the Sookie Stackhouse books can be.)

  • The cult of the UNDEAD!!!

    Drink of my blood and eat of my flesh and ye shall have life eternal!

    Hello?

    Knock knock!

    Who is the greatest one of all?

    Why do you think they hate and abhor the cross?

    Wouldn't you?

    -----------------------------------------------------

    The modern vampire is simply a methaphor for the psychopath.

  • The cult of the UNDEAD!!!

    Drink of my blood and eat of my flesh and ye shall have life eternal!

    Hello?

    Knock knock!

    Who is the greatest one of all?

    Why do you think they hate and abhor the cross?

    Wouldn't you?

    -----------------------------------------------------

    The modern vampire is simply a metaphor for the psychopath.

  • Fantasy nonsense...

    only in this case it appears to be Fantasy Nonsense on Stilts!

    Who could waste his time on such tripe?!

  • Vampire porn is so 2003

    Buffy, Angel, Dresden, etc etc etc that's an old genre by now. What's he going to do after week three?

  • @BillyFla

    "Who could waste his time on such tripe?!"

    This is Salon.

    Most of the writers are high school students.

  • Genre snobbery

    I'm sorry to see this kind of "genre snobbery" among Salon readers. The fantastic tradition in Western literature has existed as long as there has been Western literature. What is Beowulf, if not an epic fantasy? Vampires, specifically, appear in the legends of many different cultures, and they are featured in literary works that predate the modern novel. The "realist" tradition, which many people now believe is the superior one, is actually an upstart, barely two centuries old.

    Alan Ball did realism brilliantly in SFU, so I'm intrigued by this foray into the fantastic. But I'll have to get my HBO back...

  • I stand corrected!

    Had no idea that something the creator himself describes as 'fun pulpiness' was to be compared favorably with the classics of Western Literature.

    My snobbery is not based on the genre. As a teen I was enthralled with Bram Stoker's "Dracula" (no, not the one that starred Tom Cruise) as well as Mary Shelley's brilliant "Frankenstein". They are still on my bookshelf. Rod Serling did truly entertaining and insightful work. But the current crop of eye porn full of exploding heads, sex & blood, and contrived deus ex machina 'magical powers' just ain't my cup of tea. Sorry, but one man's snobbery is just another man's discriminating taste.

  • I miss my Slayer

    Call me when Buffy shows up with Mr. Pointy. Until then, I'll take a pass.

  • bruiser's performance

    This real life vampire doesn't suck, he blowshard!

    bruiser's performance

    Vice President Richard Bruiser a celebrated pianist

    the Jasper kid who flopped his doctorate

    zipped up the Yamaha grand reving it full bore.

    He rocked the grapes off the crossbeam

    then fell heavily from his high perch

    puncturing his beloved biohazard suit.

    With blood dripping on the floor & a paranoid growl

    he said, ‘go fark yourself!’ hurling the score

    of the grosse fugue by Ludwig Van Beethoven the immortal

    at an unsuspecting quartet of foreign dignitaries.

    With flare Bruiser burst up to the footlights

    where he took out his running mate

    with a personalized version of the celebrated

    water boarding technique.

    High heels conservative ties academic gowns

    & bonnets stampeded immediately.

    Fire dancers ripped down the aisles & up the drapes

    as that fat old boy turned the burning deck & set

    into a spectacular spontaneous pyrotechnic event.

    Vice directum dickhead leapt astride Harry’s casket

    that accidental hero once sadly impregnated

    with friendly fire on an ill fated Texas hunting trip.

    Teeth gleaming phoenix eyes squinting

    Bruiser immediately became an immortal

    & just as impotent as the pope in his pointy red shoes.

    He hummed the hymn ‘onward christian soldiers’

    as he smiled his triumphant frostyboy smile

    whispering hoarsely as he expired into the ears

    of jackal axle herself, ‘so this is how it’s done.’

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