So last week on Little House on the Prairie, Caroline and the girls were suffering from a deadly flu outbreak, so it was up to Michael Landon and a party of townsfolk to make the dangerous journey to a nearby city to bring back some life-saving medicine… Wait, were we supposed to be talking about The Walking Dead? Oh. Well, screw it. Our synopsis still stands.
- Rick reminds Carl that even in a world overrun with the living dead, good dental hygiene is important. = +5pts
- Hershel ascends stairs the way that knights in Monty Python’s Quest for the Holy Grail rode horses. = +3pts
- Somber Scottish musical interlude. = +4pts
- The mixture of blood and saliva that Glenn hacks up is easily the grossest thing we have ever seen on this show. = -5pts
- A note to anyone attempting to survive the zombie apocalypse: when the father (lover?) of a dying super-flu victim tells you that his son (boyfriend?) “just needs to rest” and you don’t need to check him, for the love of God, don’t listen. = -2pts
- Leaving an old dude with one leg in charge of an entire ward full of dying people turns out about the way that you would expect. = -4pts
- The little blonde psychopath Carol was raising might just be the world’s first zombie groupie. = +6pts
- Rick finally allows Carl to become the pint-sized killing machine that he was always meant to be. = + 25pts
- Somber Scottish musical interlude reprise. = +5pts
- The Governor is back!!! = [Score pending until such a time as we can determine whether or not his presence on the show will be a total clusterfuck or not]
Season Score = +98pts
They really turned up the heat with this one. Between the outbreak in the sick ward and the perimeter breach at the fence, things got pretty hairy for the gang, but Hershel’s quiet courage (and the momentary fissures in its façade) kept things tightly character-focused. Well-played AMC.
Score Technician: Joe Hemmerling
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