Mad Men ends a season while True Blood begins one, fanning the flames of the eternal advertiser/vampire feud
Here’s what’s up in the world of TV for Sunday, June 10. All times are Eastern.
TOP PICK
True Blood/Mad Men (HBO/AMC, 9 p.m./10 p.m.): Ashes to ashes, dust to dust—except when it comes to the brutal, bloody war that has raged between advertisers and vampires for centuries, a conflict which predates both the modern advertising industry and the first recorded images of shirtless vampires. (We think it has something to do with wooden stakes being used to post broadsides in the 18th century.) The war comes to its latest head tonight, as the fifth seasons of Mad Men and True Blood end and begin, respectively. Todd VanDerWerff and Carrie Raisler prepare for the carnage.
REGULAR COVERAGE
Rev. (Hulu, 5:30 p.m.): Heretics that we are, when this series showed up on the TV Club lineup last week, we assumed it was about street racers or something. It’s not, of course, and Todd VanDerWerff is revving up to review another half-hour of fish-of-the-cloth-out-of-water comedy.
The Killing (AMC, 9 p.m.): AMC’s promos for this show have been promising that the Rosie Larsen murder will be seriously, truly, honestly solved in next week’s finale. Tune into tonight to the prelude to that big reveal. Our guess? Brandon Nowalk did it.
Nurse Jackie (Showtime, 9 p.m.): There’s an influx of patients in the emergency room, which has Phil Dyess-Nugent hoping this turns out like one of those Night Court episodes where the gang tries to clear an absurd number of cases in a single evening. He won’t be happy until Wile E. Coyote shows up.
The Big C (Showtime, 9:30 p.m.): If it seems like this season has continually lost the thread, consider that part of tonight’s installment hinges on Cathy’s decision to take up scuba diving. Phil Dyess-Nugent will try not to get his review up too quickly—lest he get the bends.
Longmire (A&E, 10 p.m.): You can tell that Longmire is a modern Western because the victim of the latest case of the week is referred to as an exotic dancer, rather than a “floozie” or some even less polite Al Swearengen-esque turn of phrase. For continued proof of modernity, Zack Handlen is on the lookout for any utterances of the phrase “consarn it!”