I've never seen such a love letter to the
glories of survivalism and the joys of shooting people in the head as
"Walking Dead" season 2. Where the secret to survival seems to be
mastering first person shooting games. Where all but one female characters
concentrate on cooking, cleaning and worryin' about their men folk while the
men folk worry about protectin' their property and defendin' their women. Where
12 year old kids wear stupid hats. Where opportunities for a really interesting
and exciting human drama, storytelling and character work along the lines of
Battlestar Galactica or Game of Thrones or George Romero's zombie
films are missed wholesale by third rate writing and bad acting and scenes
which come out of the wet dreams of militant NRA types. Where everyone seems to
have the ability to shoot zombies in the head with a hand gun while moving
after minimal practice.
There was some good stuff here - an exciting trip to a chemist, the wish fulfilment of Glenn being seduced by the hot cowgirl, Scott Wilson's gravitas added to the support cast. But mostly it was glorifying survivalist totalitarianism.
This show is going to inspire someone to go on a
shooting spree if it hasn't already and the producers ought to be ashamed, not
only for irresponsible glorification of guns but (even worse) failing to
exploit the potential of its premise. And the fact this has rated its socks off
has, I predict, ushered in the beginning of the end of the golden age of
American cable drama.
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