You stuck with it this long, so you might as well watch the True Blood finale
Here’s what’s up in the world of TV for Sunday, August 24. All times are Eastern.
Top pick
True Blood (HBO, 9 p.m.): In a premium cable environment in which no hit show is allowed to die with dignity (pray for Game Of Thrones) True Blood has lived the most painfully prolonged existences. Tonight, however, it all comes to a merciful end, with a finale that hopefully won’t conclude with Sookie seeking employment in the lumber trade or the surprise reveal that this has all been the fanciful invention of a mortal citizen of the real-life American south. Carrie Raisler has been seeking a cure for True Blood all season, and it looks like it’s finally been discovered.
Also noted
Teen Wolf (MTV, 7 p.m.): As a lead-in to tonight’s main basic-cable event, MTV offers this reminder that teenage werewolves are just as important (if not more important) to the network in 2014 as music videos are.
2014 MTV Video Music Awards (MTV, 9 p.m.): The VMAs had their twice-a-decade flashpoint last year thanks to Hannah Montana’s scandalous brush with Beetlejuice (and cultural appropriation) last year, so this year’s ceremony will probably wind up on the conservative side. Then again Taylor Swift and Nicki Minaj spent their pre-VMA week releasing highly butt-centric videos, so maybe that’s what we’ll all be outraged about tomorrow.
Breathless (PBS, 9 p.m.): In the meantime, Jack “Smash’s Jack Davenport” Davenport is outraged about… something mysterious in this period medical drama that isn’t The Knick or Masters Of Sex (or even Call The Midwife) but is going to be reviewed by Kayla Kumari Upadhyaya in part of her ongoing study of British history through TV Club pieces.
Regular coverage
The Strain (FX, 10 p.m.)
The Leftovers (HBO, 10 p.m.)
Masters Of Sex (Showtime, 10 p.m.)
TV Club Classic
Clone High (3 p.m.): Caroline Framke wanted to file this week’s reviews from the Olive Garden, but the The Secret Board Of Shadowy Figures insisted that it be filed from her house. But guys! It’d be like filing a TV review from the private kitchen of a delightful Italian stereoptype!