This is basically the best photo I could get of Joe Manganiello as werewolf Alcide Herveaux, this episode's newbie character. So far, the three words that most accurately capture him are "amiable," "pliable," and "hot." This does not at all mean he can be counted on to just stand there and look scruffy.My reasoning here draws on the example of recent newbie Franklin Mott (James Frain), who started to pull a few strings this episode. Shaping up to be a cunning and resourceful detective, Franklin is beginning to emerge as a potential challenger.
Still losing sleep over the accidental shooting of Eggs, Jason's daydreaming lands him in trouble... with other characters who are beginning to notice his bizarre behaviour, and with viewers, who may be starting to tire of the same bullet-in-head trope used to portray his anxious guilt. We get it already. Jason is guilty and paranoid. This episode just barely nudges the table as far as this plot arc is concerned, but we have good reason to suspect something crazy when the shit hits the fan, so to speak.
Sookie is still on the trail of the Nazi-werewolves, which produces an interesting déjà vu of a situation: Sookie at a supernatural creatures bar looking like "dinner," viz., a plucky virgin who buys all her evening wear at SmartSet.
What else happened? ...Hmmm, I can't really recall because 1) I'm tired and 2) the storms today caused me to lose my satellite, so all I got were large gaps throughout the first 15 minutes. There was some shit-shooting between Eric and Sookie, but nothing too sleazy. There was some shit-shooting between Eric and Lafayette, but nothing nearly as intense as last season, when Lafayette drank Eric's blood and suffered the consequences.
Overall, there was a moderate amount of thumb-twiddling, whilst a few minor characters, including Franklin, and good old Lorena, sharpened their fangs.
A storm brewing? I certainly hope so.
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