That’s pretty much all I can really say about The Walking Dead mid-season finale. I haven’t felt this hooked into a television show since the fourth season of Dexter. But I don’t think even Dexter could pull at the heart strings like The Walking Dead does.
I really can’t think of anything that disappoints me about the show, other than the fact that it’s not on more. I’ve more or less developed at least one emotion to pretty much every character to this point, and I feel my entire body going tense while watching each episode. There are parts where I can’t even sit down, I’m so far beyond the edge of my seat. The zombies themselves are an afterthought for the most part, it’s the constant threat of them being around that is enough to create the necessary tension.
A long, long time ago, I read the first few issues of the comic book, so beyond the first season, this is all more or less new territory for me, beyond the few differences and wrenches the television storyline has embarked on. Now, I dare not even think about delving into the comic books just yet, for fear of ruining the suspense and anticipation that I’ve created for myself in regards to the series. Maybe later, in the future I will, but certainly not now.
I love where how the show is progressing with my boy Glenn, and it always rules to me when a male protagonist can have an emotional monologue, and get good results out of the words. Vicariously, I want to be Glenn, with the opportunity to kill zombies and pursue a relationship with the hot farmer’s daughter.
I’m not even upset with the whole mid-season finale thing they’re doing. I’m more in admiration for AMC’s intelligent decision to not bother competing with the stretch run of football, as well as the coming bowl season, and I’m guessing they’ll re-air the first seven episodes again, and try to snare some more loyal viewers, right before restarting the season in February, with hopefully a bigger following.
