
Welcome to Sucker Punch, the only blog post that ranks that gaudiest moments on this week’s episode of True Blood.
SPOILERS AHEAD
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Before we dig into the inter-species bloodfest of this week’s installment, “If You Love Me, Why Am I Dyin’?”, let me thank everyone who emailed me with their nominees for Sucker Punch of the Week. It’s great hearing from you all… because it reminds me that I’m not the only dork who sits at home on Sunday night getting really, really into this show.
Be warned, though, that I cannot be bribed into picking a Sucker Punch of the week. Cannot! Unless you can get Little Debbie to revive their long-dormant Spice Cake flavor, which was my favorite in the 80s. If you do that, then I will happily anoint any Sucker Punch you choose.
But before I write another pleading/angry letter to McKee Foods, let’s carry on… because I’m anxious to talk about Eric. His sudden “loss” at the hands of the witches—loss of memory, loss of self, loss of control—could be the greatest arc of this season.
For one thing, it’s delightful to see Alexander Skarsgaard give a brand new performance. His playfulness and innocence are such a departure from the dark and stormy Eric of previous seasons that it feels like we’re watching a new actor in a new role. It speaks to Skarsgaard’s skill that he’s able to make this Eric as instantly convincing as the other one.
The transformation also speaks to how well the writers and directors handle the soap opera conventions on this show. A series can use the heightened, pulpy elements of soap opera storytelling—which themselves are rooted in older forms of playwriting—and still be sophisticated. It’s totally General Hospital, for instance, to have a character lose his memory, but in this episode, we see that Eric’s “great absence” is filled with deep ramifications.
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