THE WALKING DEAD is back to finish off this eighth season of unbridled mediocrity that the soon to be departed showrunner Scott Gimple vomited out for an unsuspecting TV audience. When last we left our group of zombie apocalypse survivors things had really gotten awful: their homes have been destroyed, The Saviors are on the attack and Carl revealed that he had been bitten by a walker. Can things possibly get any worse? My guess is yes.
OK, right off the bat I want to get out of the way how much I really like this show and the comic book it originated from. Sure it aggravates me at times but overall I am fan of the show and never miss an episode. That does not mean that I am slavishly devoted to it however. when I see things that irk me I tend to whine about them which is what this post is about. Specifically my issue is with the way two of my favorite characters from the comic book (that I was clamoring to see on the show) , Tyreese and Michonne, are being represented on the TV show.
The one takeaway that I got from the season premiere of The Walking Dead was that love was definitely in the air. The slow build continues for Carol and Darryl as the twosome have gone from an icky mother/son vibe to something playful and flirty that doesn’t skeeve me out. Then there is the budding May/December romance between tweenager Carl and teenager Beth. Despite their difference in ages (he’s 13 and she’s 16 I think) the two of them were making googoo eyes at one another all episode even causing Herschel’s protective father radar to go off.
Finally we had the energy being thrown off by Michonne and Andrea that had me thinking we had switched to the L Word in Zombieland. Don’t believe me? Give it a few days and watch the slash fiction explosion that the two of them will generate.
And Rick has finally realized what an annoying cow Lori is. So all is right with the world.