Alcide rips off his shirt maybe three times, and Eric, in all his pasty Nordic luminance, poses shirtless in the moonlight. It’s all very titillating, to be sure, but the real question remains whether Jason and Alcide will have a naked olive oil wrestling match that Andy “accidentally” sees from a discreet distance, a bit of peeping that turns True Blood from a show about supernatural creatures mucking around in south Louisiana to a show about one former lawman’s odyssey of self discovery on his way to becoming the proprietor of Miami’s preeminent drag queen burlesque club, Andy’s Secret.


Share This Story

Get our newsletter