Ok, just so everything is clear and aboveboard: I have watched The Vampire Diaries. Not only have I watched it, I've enjoyed it, because the acting isn't always bad and some of the interpretation of lore is interesting and . . . shut up, Damon's pretty, and that was enough for me.
That said, my passive enjoyment of what The Vampire Diaries had to offer is not enough to get me psyched about this sad spinoff. Joseph Morgan as Klaus is a saltysweetcrunchy piece of deliciousness (I really just want to nibble on his a face a little bit, it's almost overwhelming. And shut up, he's a nummy treat. A girl has needs.), but the only thing the writers could think of to give this dark, complex character his own show was . . . baby drama? Seriously? That's for shows like Glee who realize two episodes in that they had a great pilot but no idea where to go from there.
Klaus is a badass werewolf/vampire hybrid, for crying out loud. Skip the part where we all roll our eyes at the ridiculous plotline that created that circumstance, and just agree with me that there are available in this universe scads of more interesting and fantastical ways to create a compelling character line. But, no. As per CW law, they have assembled the hot cast, and no further resources should be wasted on creativity in reinventing a sad, wrung-out genre.
Despite the fact that the choice of New Orleans as a wonderfully creepy and dark backdrop was a good call, I see nothing but doom and pouty lips in the future. I really lost out in the Lightbox Heroes draft on this round. Watching twelve episodes is going to test the limits of my patience for subpar supernatural tweengasms.
Klaus+Caroline=4evah! Shut up, you know it's true.