My first complaint about this season of True Blood (even though we’re only two episodes in) is how disjointed the narrative is. As yet, there seems to be nothing linking the various stories together (although I’m sure the resurrection of Russell Edgington will rectify this, reuniting everyone against a common enemy). Some of the narrative threads, however, are so disparate, it feels as though the show is constantly chopping and changing with very little commonality in plot lines. It’s jarring to watch, and pretty annoying, as each snippet is just that, with few, if any, story lines feel fully realized.
But yet again, the promise of Pam is enough to keep me hooked. It’s difficult to believe that the genius minds writing Pam are writing the rest of the show, given that her character is so rich an nuanced, and even more so as we delve into her past. So full bodied is the Pam character, that while retaining her sardonic one-liners and tough-as-nails attitude, she unfolds privately like a piece of intricate origami. Despite the lack of subtly in True Blood‘s subtext (every ounce of symbolism is literally spat into your face), here is Pam’s humanity, something we’ve yet to be entirely exposed to. As she worries for Eric, we quite literally get to see her human side in a flashback to her days as a Madame of a brothel. Pam becomes vulnerable in a “Hard bitches have real feelings too” kind of moment, and yet not once does she waver from that biting quality that makes her so fun to watch.
It definitely would have been more interesting to see greater exposition on Pam, than say, the Jason Stackhouse/gay vampire priest/Queen Jessica tangent. Other boring things include, but are not limited to: Andy Balfour’s constant scowl, Tara The Terrible Vampire, Sookie Stackhouse, Lafayette trying to kill Tara, Hoyt being mad at Jason.