The Walking Dead (TV)
Take a fun, gruesome, yet compelling comic book series and run it through the paper shredder from hell. What results is AMC network’s, The Walking Dead. So here’s the rundown:
Season one made us silent companion to Rick Grimes; a man left for dead, reawaken into a terrifying new reality. It gave us Morgan, heartbreak, a family’s reunion, and the cold, grim verity of a near-hopeless future. But that’s not all it gave us. It was entertaining. Thrilling and engaging storytelling. Season two, gave us a home. A sense of family. It drew us deeper into the characters. To use one word to describe the farm, I’d say, compelling. The story continued and heightened in three. It took us to darker places. Introduced new heroes and villains. Reminded us that evil comes in many disguises. Season four was passable. Five tried its best. Six, I dare not mention. Seven? Well. I have yet to watch a complete episode. It’s not for lack of trying.
But so the television gods go. Nothing lasts forever. Subsequent seasons could not bear the weight of what came before. Sure, we got Richonne. But that’s all we got. Twenty Seasons, Kirkman said, I say, this series has long overstayed it’s bloody welcome.