THE WALKING DEAD
I know that this is a literary blog that doesn’t usually include comics…but hey – they are comic BOOKS. Right? I feel this gives me permission to write about AMC’s terrifyingly delicious zombie show The Walking Dead. A show that knocks it out of the park every week and changes the way we watch basic cable. Plus, it’s the season of scare, so my rant will be appropriate. (I have not read the comics…sorry boys)
Two years ago, while I was slaving away in law school (a zombie in my own right) my friends (Yes Edgar that includes you) kept telling me about this show The Walking Dead. I am a big fan of horror films, so in the back of my mind I knew I would love it, but for some reason I kept putting it off.
Anyway, after about four episodes passed me by without catching my full attention, I decided to Tivo the past shows and catch up on the series. WOW! Glad I did because this spectacular show gruesomely depicts the downfall of society caused by a virus that reanimate the dead, while throwing the human condition and all of its flaws in your face. It is not a pretty show, it drips with blood, and the writers pull no punches with who dies…and they die in great numbers. However, that is not what intrigues me (although it is a bonus). I am drawn to the relationships, the severity of the conditions the characters struggle to survive in and how they cope. One by one characters lose their sense of self and community while others try to keep the ties together. They kill zombies, one another, watch as loved ones deteriorate emotionally and run…there is a lot of running.
It is a brilliant show and if you have a strong stomach and like to watch a little zombie ass kicking I wholeheartedly recommend it. Don’t try to start with this season because the character development is so ingrained from the previous situations. Instead Netflix the past and watch before Halloween, because this season is a spectacle of blood that you wouldn’t want to pass you by.