Took us till today to realize who that hippie chick was saving Jason's ass and then taking off her shirt -- it's was Lizzy Caplan, one of the cuties from JJ Abrams Godzilla/Blair Witch mashup Cloverfield. And you know what -- she is indeed better looking when the camera isn't shaking uncontrollably.
As for the rest of the show, well... we're still pretty unimpressed. Again, there's not nearly enough specificity with the genre material -- does Tara's mom actually have a demon in her or is she just a drunk?; do the vampires really operate in a hierarchy or not?; when to Christ will Sam were-out? -- and too much specificity on the stuff that we don't care about, like all the soap opera stuff about family secrets and addiction, not to mention the head movie about a drug that doesn't exist. We're supposed to care what tracers look like when you snort crumbled up blood? We didn't care about that Indian running around Jim Morrison's visions in The Doors, and dammit, acid is a real thing! That interesting people took!