Watching 'The Vampire Lestat' Gave Me a TV Hangover | Review
Memory is a monster. It's the sentiment that AMC's adaptation of Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire emphasized, via the show's official tagline, long before the completion of its second season, but no one could have envisioned exactly how things would play out. Following Season 2's most shocking revelations, it actually seemed as if the series' titular vampire, Louis de Pointe du Lac (Jacob Anderson), was actually on his way to some form of reconciliation with his maker and on-again, off-again lover, Lestat de Lioncourt (Sam Reid), but if there's one thing that the Rolin Jones-created series continually emphasizes, it's that things are never that straightforward between immortals. The show's title definitively shifting to The Vampire Lestat for its third season was its loudest signal yet that the story would be pivoting to a different point of view, but that change also brings with it a decisively bold chapter that manages to be equal parts chaotic and poetic, as perpetually unpredictable and enthralling as its subject, while refusing to hold the viewer's hand throughout any of it.





