The streets of New York are now run by the strigoi, the government is on the verge of abandoning it, the Master is close to executing an irreversible transformation of the world.
The Strain has always been at its best when it's about two things: hunting down vampires and letting Corey Stoll's Ephraim swill gallons of hard liquor to either numb his exhaustion or give him the nerve to continue the hunt.
Still very much the thrill-a-minute lovechild of a macabre master and a novelist with a pronounced knack for the nasty, The Strain remains a juicy, pulpy, often delectable piece of summer programming in season 3.
The real shame of getting so overinvolved in unnecessary subplots is that there is less time for the vampire-slaying action many come to The Strain for in the first place.
