I’ve Got You Right Where I Want You…
…and now I’m gonna eat you.
That saying reminds me of a silly children’s “horror” story that ended in a booger, but that’s not the topic of today’s post.
Regardless, it’s sort of the theme of last night’s episode of The Walking Dead.
Your friendly neighbourhood Emmie’s warning: Arrgggghh, there be spoilers in these here waters. If ye’re no wantin’ to drink of the spoiler cup, ye’d best be on your way, ye scurvy dogs.
The last two episodes of The Walking Dead have been, in a word, balls-to-the-wall insane. Last week’s had everyone reeling. T-Dog? LORI? Great gallumphing bejeebus, and Rick’s spiral of doom was probably one of the best television performances I’ve seen in ages. That said, the past two episodes have made me think of some stuff. Part of that stuff is where the hell is Carol?!? but part of it goes a little deeper.
The Unspoken “Rule”
Okay. Are we in agreement that it is, in fact, 2012? And that as such, we are in the 21st century? Oh, we are? Good.
So can someone please explain to me why televisions shows still seem to think they can only have one main African-American character at a time? Michonne shows up, T-Dog bites it. Or rather, gets bit. What? I touched on this the other day, but it’s still poking at my brain like an apocalypse child with a stick.
I’m not the only one to echo this cynical sentiment. Just about everyone I talked to at work about last week’s episode said something to the effect of, “What’s up with them killing off the one main black character just as a ‘replacement’ shows up?” Not so classy, TWD. Not so classy. There are enough issues on the show regarding race (they’re so far in the south yet somehow white people survived the walker onslaught in absurdly disproportionate numbers…mmmhmmm), but this one is bothering me more and more.
Oscar (one of the prison inmates — additionally the most recent new faces were largely African-American and Latino prisoners, and they all died. Double whammy.) could legitimately be developed into a very interesting character, but let’s not forget that brings the total count of central characters who aren’t WASPs up to three. Glen, Michonne, and Oscar. It’s okay, Walking Dead. You can diversify. I’ll give you a cookie if you do.
You’ve been Savannahed.
Back to the title of this blog post, here’s the more literal reason for it.
Andrea and Michonne got picked up by the Governor together as a sort of package deal. Andrea was clearly most open to
Mayberry Woodbury and its not-at-all creepy promise of safety, showers, and zombie gladiator matches. In a stunning display of manipulation, the Governor gets Michonne and Andrea at odds and Michonne bails. Leaving Andrea right where he wants her.
Dear Andrea: you’re being played.
Although now Michonne’s available to find the prison, and that could get fun.
Rick is spiraling faster than Donald Trump on election night.
I kind of can’t imagine finding out your wife had to get sliced open by an untrained, terrified nurse, only to be shot in the head by your son and then eaten by a zombie.
No matter how much you didn’t like Lori, no one deserves THAT.
But hey, Rick. You’re a daddy again.
Rick’s breakdown at the end of The Killer Within (last week) was epic. He’s going to be dealing with some serious guilt for just throwing Andrew out into the yard instead of making sure he got deady-kins. He’s going to be dealing with a son who had to shoot his mum in the head. And he’s going to be dealing with a newborn daughter who knows nothing about all of that.
I’d say that’s some solid set up for the rest of the season. And if Rick’s little killing spree tonight was any indication, he just got a lot more dangerous.
And who was on the phone?
Where the hell is Carol?
If we see her shambling around as a zombie for closure, I’ll be sad. That said, the zoms around the prison seem pretty hungry, so I don’t know if enough of her would be left to shamble anywhere.
I had had a wee suspicion that Carol found a bleeding Lori and somehow stitched her up, but that’s not looking like the case. With, you know, bloated fat zombie and all. That said, where are Lori’s bones? Did the zombie somehow crunch them? I need answers.
And Carol has just…poofed away. Where did she go? I hope she’s either A: alive and stranded or B: dead. Because the third option of her being alive in the company of more live inmates would mean some nasty, nasty stuff. And Carol’s been through enough.
I’ll leave you with some questions:
Why won’t shows diversify more? Do they think people are incapable of caring about characters who look different than they do? WHO IS CALLING RICK ON THE PHONE? (I hope it’s not inmates holding Carol captive.) And where is Carol?
- TV Review: The Walking Dead S03E05 “Say the Word” (geeksunleashed.me)
- ‘The Walking Dead’: Only the Insane Have Strength Enough to Survive – The Atlantic (theatlantic.com)
- The Walking Dead: Is Carol Really Dead? And 4 Other Burning Questions (seattlepi.com)
Posted on November 12, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged Andrea, Carol, donald trump, emmie mears, fantasy, horror, Lori, Michonne, Prison, Rick, walkers, Walking Dead, zombies. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.