You and your partner are
having a lovely day at the carnival. You’re mowing down zombies, having
hilarious pratfalls, feasting on ready-to-eat chili combined with mac and
cheese, and taking frequent sex breaks.
Then it all goes wrong. You
think he’s been killed by zombies when it was really just that cheap-looking
CGI deer. You freeze, unable to deal with a future without him. He gives you a
pep talk, telling you you’ll survive if you lose him. You spend the ride home
in silence. In another world, the silence would have come from a bad sunburn or
fight with the kids or a ruined picnic.
I guess that was an amusing
distraction to see Rick and Michonne enjoying themselves in a new setting of a
military carnival but The Walking Dead
does seem to be killing time these days.
It’s all setup, setup,
setup. Last week it was Dwight and Eugene maybe looking to rebel against Negan
(although it would be an interesting twist to see Eugene get seduced by Negan’s
cult of personality and end up working for him). Great work, Negan, killing
your town’s doctor. He does believe Eugene’s lie that he’s a scientist but
working on the Human Genome Project does not mean he has any medical expertise;
there are different types of “smart.”
Tara spells out her
internal conflict over telling everyone about Oceanside and its armory by
giving a monologue to Judith. Why show when you can tell? Why have the writers
dramatize this conflict via action when you can just write a few paragraphs of
expository dialogue and spill it all out?
Rosita turns her nose up at
Rick and the gang making actual plans for the rebellion, instead wanting to
kill Negan right away. Given what happened the many times people have tried to
kill Negan before, she might realize that taking time to make plans is a
feature, not a bug.
I don’t even know what to
say about this show anymore. I just don’t feel like putting a ton of effort
into these reviews.
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