Sookie Stackhouse would like nothing more than some quiet time with her lover Bill Compton, free from serial killers and vampire politics and supernatural weirdness in general. But when you're a telepath with a vampire for a boyfriend, "quite time" is something of a luxury. Sookie soon finds herself embroiled in an investigation for a missing vampire, while her brother Jason goes looking for meaning for his life in all the wrong places, and their hometown of Bon Temps finds itself the target of a mysterious woman with strange powers and a potentially lethal agenda.
So basically there's going to be lots of sex and blood and flawed people making terrible decisions that lead to more sex and blood, because "smutty, gory, over the top melodrama" is very much the True Blood formula. And hey, it's a formula that mostly works, thanks in large part I think to the willingness of the cast to lean into all its overblown, histrionic supernatural and sexual shenanigans.
True Blood is not highbrow art, and it has no pretensions to be. It's fast food TV: slickly packaged and somehow more-ish despite its flaws. All in all, if you're looking for a guilty pleasure to indulge in, then - at least here in season 2 - it's worth putting on the menu.
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