I C WUT U DID THAR
Previously! But before we go into the episode (and wow, serial killer growth happening, holy schnikies) I want to tell AMC that their heavily amped show Game of Arms will not get me hooked unless there is some Brundle-Fly forearm snapping.
But first, how about we hook all the viewers with a trip into a teenage-girl’s diary? Everyone likes that stuff, don’t they? Continue reading
“Say it loud, say it clear!
You can listen as well as you hear.
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye.”
Yeah. That’s a Mike & the Mechanics quote from “In The Living Years” up there. And yes, that’s pretty much their only song, kids younger than me. But it follows the “Rudy” principle: it’s okay for men to cry over it. (Also see: Michael Corleone kissing Fredo, Brian’s Song, and Field of Dreams, the only time crying’s allowed in baseball.)
Previously on the show, everything was terrible and nothing was good. I SAID NOTHING. But! The agony of hiatus is over! The agony of the show, however, has just begun.
Me, watching my husband watch this ep.
[Previously!] Well, that title tells us the answer to this season’s big question: Can you come back from the things you had to do to survive? Well, it answers it for one person in particular. And in the words of Gen. Patton, “remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his.” Continue reading
The Gov’s holy trinity.
Last week’s ep. And thank you for your patience today! I’ve had family responsibilities keeping me tied up. But screw those guys, let’s get down to the family that matters: the one we meticulously craft over and over and over until we get it right. (More on that in a minute.) Continue reading
[Last week!] Okay, remember how the Governor sicced his BFF/Head Nerd on his annoyingly good girlfriend then killed his own people? And then disappeared for months? This episode is all about those months. And because I know fandom, I’m sure most people hated this episode, called it “slow” or “unnecessary,” and I would like to prove you wrong. (Also, if you don’t think the Governor is one of the best, most intriguing villains on TV – now that Walter White is gone – then you’re not paying close enough attention.) Continue reading
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, I pray a friend my brain will stake. Amen.
Previously! This episode was slow to build, but then I could barely catch my breath. Let’s get started. Continue reading
Don’t even act like that’s not funny.
Last week, Rick found out from Carol that she’s the one who killed Karen and David. Now what? Well, a lot, actually. After a lot of careful evaluating, of course. (And a silent observation of Rick’s Three Questions, which is awesome. And helped me understand why the ending had to be the way it was.) Guys, I have a LOT to say about this episode, so strap in. Continue reading
They keep pulling me back in!
Last week we ended with Karen and David as charred kebobs, much to Tyreese’s dismay. We pick up with Glenn digging graves next to where Patrick has already been laid to rest, given the spectacles and handgun hanging off a makeshift cross. Glenn makes cow eyes at Maggie a few graves over, and that’s the height of romance in the apocalypse, and make no mistake about it. (Which is good, because the graveyard is growing. Plenty of opportunities for flirting and courting for the young folk.) Continue reading
That’ll do, Pig.
Previously! We open with a full moon – a red full moon. That’s not ominous. There’s someone with a flashlight at the fence and hey, they’re holding up Templeton! Out there at night it’s a smorgasbord, orgasbord, orgasbord! But now that the terrific, humble pig is dead, there’s no need to send our rat Templeton out to the fairgrounds anymore. Instead, he’s fed to the Walkers by the flashlight carrier and blergh, poor little rat! This is not a good episode for critters.
(Be glad I went the Templeton the Rat route and not Lemmiwnks. Run little Lemmiwinks, run so far and fast! Before you get digested and fall out the Walker’s ass! Wait, I was supposed to not do that. Oops?) Continue reading
Death is always looking over your shoulder in the Apocalypse.
It’s back!! Daryl Dixon, I have missed you. Yeah, yeah, and the rest of them (it’s true! I did! Oh, Rick!) but nobody gives good grizzled like Daryl Dixon. (See, grizzled still has a tiny bit of hope. Rick, well, I think he’s fresh out of hope, honestly. I think he’s absolutely kidding himself on that front. See how death – even just the appearance – is hanging over his shoulder? Wait, why am I talking about it in parenthetical? Let’s get to it!) Continue reading