| I'm not what you'd call a zombie/slasher movie fanatic. I'm not into "Saw" or "The Joshua Tree" or "Dead Snow" or "House of Wax" or what have you. What I am a fan of is addictive tv shows where a story gets dragged out for 40 minutes once a week and you can't stop watching. After avoiding it for over a year I finally started watching "The Walking Dead" and it is very addictive.
A lot has been written already about the show, a lot of speculative and wondrous pieces have been written about the meaning of this show. For me, I think the most beautiful lesson one can take away from the metaphor of a show like this is DO NOT get caught down in the South during a zombie apocalypse. Beyond the obvious dangers of the zombies themselves you've got to contend with gas guzzling RVs, hunting accidents, crossbows, wife-beaters, racist meth addicts, and people wanting to have "fish frys" all the time. You're likely to wind up camped on some plantation somewheres getting ordered about by Colonel Sanders while your group gets picked off one-by-one. Not to mention the awful humidity.
Oh, fatal day - oh, day of sorrow,
It was no trouble she could borrow;
But in the future she could see
The clouds of infelicity.
I really liked the scene where T-dog was getting cigs out of the glove compartment of a wrecked car and he looked at the child seat in the back that had a little duckie rattle on it and it was all lightly splattered in blood and brains. That was scary and sad. I like the show a lot but it does tend to creep along at a real slow pace, not unlike one of their own lurching zombies, what they call walkers. And overall, however, sometimes the writing can be a little sloppy:
"I'm wearing my wedding ring," said Rick with abandon.
"They chewed both of Amy's legs up all the way to the ankles," said Andrea defeatedly.
"I might as well be dead," Otis croaked. |
