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Vampire Inferno All hell breaks loose in the sixth season of True Blood TV by DEAN ROBBINS True Blood, the modern-day vampire series, begins its sixth season in ghastly fashion (Sunday, 9 p.m., HBO). Bill (Stephen Moyer) dies, then returns to life as something else — something bloody and horrible. He emerges from a burning building and shoots into the sky "like a naked evil Superman," according to the fleeing Jason (Ryan Kwanten). Has Bill become the reincarnation of vampire godhead Lilith? If so, should he/she be killed? "Whatever that thing is," says Sookie (Anna Paquin), "it's not Bill." As the governor of Louisiana declares war on the state's vampire population — who've been acting up after a shortage of the synthetic TruBlood concoction — Bill mystically summons Jess (Deborah Ann Woll) to see him in his new incarnation. When she arrives, he looks like his (very) handsome self again. "I am no monster," he tells Jess. "I do not wish any of you harm." Why am I not reassured? Sanjay and Craig Saturday, 10:30 am (Nickelodeon) Finally, a gross-out cartoon series that leaves you feeling elated rather than sick to your stomach. Sanjay (voiced by 30 Rock's Maulik Pancholy) is a 12-yearold boy, and Craig (voiced by Chris Hardwick) is a talking snake. They're in the Best Friend Hall of Fame, according to the awesome theme song, and you can see why. These pals are on the same frantic wavelength, delighting in disguises, bodily functions and other stupid stuff. The first-time filmmakers (Jim Dirchberger, Jay Howell, Andreas Trolf) were evidently given free rein, and they deliver a series with a distinctive sensibility. True, it's a middle-school boy's sensibility, but all of us former middle-school boys now have a reason to get up on Saturday mornings. Primeval: New World Saturday, 10 pm (Syfy) Mangled bodies are turning up on the streets of Vancouver, apparently victims of an animal attack. "His eyes were pecked out," says a member of the Canadian team called in to investigate. "Chest ripped open. Organs consumed." There's only one possible explanation: Dinosaurs are spilling into Vancouver through a rip in the time-space continuum. I mean, what else could it be? This wonderfully cheesy new series isn't stingy with the creatures. We get a good look at the big, scary reptiles as they hunt down one unlucky victim after another. The sound effects technicians have stumbled into the job of a lifetime, delivering screeches, snarls and plenty of flesh-munching tones. I'm ready to watch Primeval: New World for the rest of the summer. I just worry that Canada will run out of extras to feed its ravenous beasties. King & Maxwell Monday, 10 pm (TNT) TNT puts no effort into finding a novel angle for this new cop series. Sean King (Jon Tenney) and Michelle Maxwell (Rebecca Romijn) are your standard pair of bickering private investigators, solving ho-hum cases. In between wisecracks, they outwit stodgy by-the-book cops who are just there to issue hollow threats. One minute we're asked to take supermodel Romijn seriously as a gunwielding, punch-throwing gumshoe; the next we're invited to ogle her half-naked in a towel. TNT, if you can't come up with anything better than King & Maxwell, we're just going to switch to a cop series on the USA network. (Hey, I can issue hollow threats of my own.) Third Time Is Definitely Not the Charm The Hangover Part III (Rated R) by HEATHER GRIFFITHS The Hangover Part III (100 minutes) was about 99 minutes too long for me. The first movie was mildly enjoyable, the second film bordered on off-putting, and at this point I loathe everyone associated with the series. At least I wasn't forced to sit through the three best friends song or suffer through any more of Mike Tyson's "acting." Oh, stupid actors. How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways. First, Bradley Cooper. Dear Bradley Cooper, your face is extremely asymmetrical and you are not leading man material. For the last four or five years you have not acted, you have just played the same character over and over again. Dear Justin Bartha, your show The New Normal started out interestingly enough, but ended up in series of increasingly tired clichés. I'm glad it got canceled. Also, your character in this series is lame. Why doesn't Doug ever do anything? Dear Ed Helms. You ruined The Office (along with bad writing and the departure of Steve Carell). You added absolutely nothing to this movie because you have the comic timing of a diseased llama. Dear Ken Jeong. I don't get it. You got your MD at the University of North Carolina-Chapel Hill. You have a role on Community, which will apparently never be canceled no matter how far downhill it rolls. Why do you insist on appearing in these films? Without you they might not have bothered to make a third film, therefore, you are a major part of the problem. Dear Zach Galifianakis, you were culturally relevant for all of a minute back in 2003. I don't like you. I have never liked you. You are not quirky you are pretentious. Also, I am not sure exactly what you were going for with your characterization of Alan, but whatever it was it didn't work in the first two films and it's not working now. The film opens by ripping off The Shawshank Redemption. Leslie Chow WWW.UPANDCOMINGWEEKLY.COM (Jeong), imprisoned in Bangkok after the events of the last film, escapes from prison. Following this teaser, the scene shifts to America. Alan (Galifianakis) is traveling down the interstate with a computer generated giraffe in a trailer attached to his rich person convertible. Despite what movies would have us believe, I am almost positive that when you acquire a giraffe there are laws governing how it is transported, where it kept, and how it is treated, therefore, this opener is stupid. As a direct result of The Giraffe Incident, Alan's friends and family stage an intervention. Phil (Cooper), Doug (Bartha) and Stu (Helms) agree to accompany Alan to a rehab facility in Arizona. En route, a gangster type (John Goodman, looking oddly like my father-in-law) waylays them, kidnaps Doug and sends the Wolfpack out after Chow. Which makes perfect sense because, um, never mind. It makes very little sense — much like the rest of the film. After locating Chow and falling for a stupid set-up, the three end up in jail. Then John Goodman bails them out and they head back to Vegas to search for Chow some more. There, Alan falls in love with Melissa McCarthy who is getting meaner and meaner in each successive film appearance. Todd Phillips, director and cowriter (with Craig Mazin) didn't introduce the titular hangover until an after-credits scene, so it really seems like they should have re-thought the title, especially since someone decided to start calling The Hangover movies The Wolfpack Trilogy. Overall, this was a bland, humorless crapfest. The best part about it was when it finally, mercifully ended. Now showing at Wynnsong HEATHER GRIFFITHS, Contributing 7, Carmike 12 and Carmike Writer. COMMENTS? Editor@upandMarket Fair 15. comingweekly.com. JUNE 12-18, 2013 UCW 25